Matt King promptly drew the envelope from his pocket and passed it to his chum. “It’s evidence of the rascality of two men, Joe,” remarked Matt, “and----” McGlory sprang up quickly and stepped out into the road. He paused there, flashing his eyes up and down. Apparently he was looking for somebody or something, but really he was fighting with himself. He had reached the point where he must play up his scheme for all it was worth, or else turn his back on Billings and a fortune. The cowboy felt sure he was about to do the right thing, but to put himself in a wrong light with his beloved pard for only a few days was proving a harder task than he had reckoned on. Abruptly he clinched his resolve. Slipping the manila envelope into his pocket, he turned to look at the apprehensive face of Matt among the bushes. “What is it, Joe?” queried Matt. “Some one coming?” “Some one going,” replied the cowboy, “and it’s me. You don’t understand this, pard. Don’t think too hard of me until you know everything.” Thereupon McGlory whirled and took to his heels, racing in the direction of the clubhouse. Matt was so amazed he could not move or speak. What ailed McGlory? What did he mean? “Joe!” he shouted, starting up from the bushes. But the cowboy was already around the turn in the road and lost to Matt’s astounded eyes. While Matt King stood there, his mind nearly a blank, staring down the road and wondering, a sharp voice came from behind him. “Quick on it, Kelly! Now’s your chance!” It was Levitt’s voice. Matt turned, only to be confronted by the burly individual from the club garage. In a flash the man grabbed him and hurled him crashing to his back among the bushes. “Steady, my lad!” threatened Kelly. “I don’t want ter be any rougher with ye than I have ter, but orders is orders--an’ they say you’re a thief.” CHAPTER X. IN THE GARAGE. Matt was so bewildered on account of McGlory’s actions that he offered little resistance to Kelly and Levitt. Anyhow, the manila envelope had been taken from him, and Levitt--as Matt reasoned--had nothing to gain by the capture. “Here’s the rope, Kelly,” said the mining engineer, coming close. “Better put it on him.” “You don’t have to tie me,” protested Matt. “I’m not a thief, Levitt, and you know it. I’m willing to go, and go quietly, wherever you want to take me. I guess I can explain the affair to the authorities so that I’ll soon have my liberty.” Levitt gave him an odd look. “We’ll see about that,” he answered. “Tie his hands, anyway, Kelly,” he added. Matt lay quietly while the rope was placed around his wrists. He was wondering why Levitt didn’t search him for the report. To all appearances the engineer wasn’t giving a thought to the document. “I haven’t that manila envelope, Levitt,” said Matt. “If you’ve made a prisoner of me just to recover that you’re having your trouble for nothing.”