Motor Matt's Daring, or, True to His Friends

ix, and Matt knew, from personal observation, that he was both tricky and unscrupulous. During the recent Ph?nix-Prescott athletic meet Hawley had t

rry, had "plunged" heavily on the Prescott contestant, and only M

nix, and his arrival at the track in time to race with O'Day, the Prescott champion, and win the prize in the

e bridge with one hand outstretched, was full of anger and determination. Matt eyed him coolly. With a muttere

an?" panted Ha

yours," replied Matt. "It's add

your trail's crossed mine, young feller, an' I'm gittin' mighty tired of havin' you butt in an' try to give me the double-cross

way, and from his manner it was plain that he intended to have it now. But if he was determined, so

scene by the other's loud voice and blustering manner. Matt's face was toward

ed back and jerked his motor-cycle in front of him. Hawley came into violent collision with the hundred-and-fifty-pound machine, barking a shin on one of the pedals and getting a shar

ly boiling with wra

ds on the pit of his stomach, "I'll make you sorry

ler's head. "Catch, Chub!" he added. "That's addressed to you, but it

the letter ou

hed out his own name and wrote mine over it-I can tell his fist as

ned on Chub wit

hould give it up to that young cub," and he turned to glare at Matt. "The letter came into my hands by accident, an' I was t

ub. "You had plenty of chance while Matt was raci

," scowled Hawley, "when it

ored Chub, "an' you didn't know you'd dropped it on the b

the bridge toward town. As he passed Matt he gave him a hostile look. "I've got a big score to settle with you, my ban

gambler's look steadily. Then he watc

the letter. I'd never have got it if Welcome hadn't come so near runnin' him down, an' if you hadn't

while I was sailing af

dad lately-wanted to know if anythin' had co

to communicate with the Bluebell Mine, twenty miles away in the hills. Delray, the watchm

thing about having

th dad, even if dad was willin'-which he wouldn't be, not havin' a very high opinion of Hawley anyhow. And yet, here's Dirk Hawle

used Matt. "He made a sudden shift, after

nd work. Mebby you two can figure it out, but I've got to be goin'. H

Chub, "but I guess he won't buy that g

nking of doing t

nd the way he felt when he got through with it, I guess that

a hundred takes 'er, Chub, if the r

lace where his motor-cycle had been left, Chub and Matt

tery I ever went up a

way you can clear

ow

ed Matt, "instead of standing there

he one thing to do, and it's the

out of the envelope, a shrill voice

here, Mark

ister Susie was standing by the gate and seemed to be considerably e

b, pushing the letter into hi

uses to be smoothed

besides that,"

ept abreast of Chub as he hu

alled Susie, retreating hurriedly thr

eady followed Susie into the kitchen, and they were standing in one corner of th

ailed Chub, waving his hand

it?" quer

ere in the kitchen. I came as quick as I could, but there was no one here. The kitchen door was open,

and batteries he had sent away for, but all the rest of the material he had picked up here and there, wherever he c

k, Chub clenched his han

ed Matt. "Have you any ide

Hawley's day for underh

appened. Still, it may be that he was mixed up in it. Read that lett

air and pulled the let