Motor Matt's Make Up

th, Ping was looking in all directions for Matt and Wily. He was listening, too, with all

ation. "Motol Matt no chasee China boy, hi

leg which did not seem to belong to him began to remind him, in no uncertain

ng Ping a "gone" feeling in the pit of his stomach. But he was "game." Shutting his teeth o

this road brought him to the end of it-and across the end squatted a dingy white house with

was on the wrong track, and the question tha

ushes, he sat down and gave

there was any one in the place, would they talk with him a

could blunder around and, maybe, stumble upon something wo

r go to the house and see whe

uddenness, Bill Wily rushed around the corner of th

eing, as it seemed, in too much of a hu

s startling exhibition, an even more a

er, paused an instant in front of the open doo

ut, for amazement had

er in the right direction. All the heathen gods of luck had been ranged on his side, too, when he followed

ill Wily by the heels. So it followed, if Ping was to

his bruises, emerged from the undergrowth,

, thrust his head into the

e, and not the faintes

and Wily both in the house, and each more or less hostile t

d through Pi

t a rule to fight shy of ominous things. He did not consider t

nd with closed shutters, offered dan

be more of a hired man than a pard if he did not follow. Shutting his teeth hard, and breathing

ouse from front to rear. A stairway led to the seco

ight, his sandals scuffling over the uncarpeted floor. Th

e little Celestial, and he curled up his toes in order to wedg

s. Had he lost his matches in taking that header from the street car? His fears in tha

ird's nest. Going back into the hall, he examined a room on the opposite side. That one als

ined to be examined

kept away from the soot, and was glad afterward that he had done so. Across the hall was the last of the[

r of any visible sort had

he thought. "Mebby my ke

creaked and rasped under his s

e below, and in none of the dark chambers did he

er he thought of the mystery

for he had heard how the Hindoo, with his eyes alone, had put pe

f Wily Bill, but the Chinaman's mind reverted to Ben Ali, and Aurung Zeeb, and Dhondaram

afraid. A dragon, spouting fire from its red mouth, and with a hundred claw-armed feet

ot astride the banisters, slid to the bottom of

ent. He gulped down a few draughts of pure outside air and start

ly drew the door shut, turned the key in the l

ed the fiends of darkness would respect the barrier

shes, Ping watched the house warily and trie

His investigation had developed fac

ecome of M

If he could find Motor Matt, he would be content to le

t of a rear door, and Matt had followed him? During h

There was one door in the rear, and only one. Cautious

one was tightly closed i

ment, he finally made up his mind to return to the show grounds, find Mc

the foot of the bank, by the roadside. A hazy idea of riding the

ime, but the distance was covered much more rapid

e concern. All his aches and pains were lost in the details o

ying the motor cycle a bit dubiously, he heard a patt

was a young fellow Ping had never seen before-and McGlory. The cowboy was just

doubled force. He attempted to shout, but no words escaped his lips. Rushing forth to meet McGlory,