Motor Matt's Race

minutes they kept up their swift pace. When finally su

get rattled, Ma

, old fellow,"

been raked in too easy for any use. Those two roughs were dead set on getting us. Must be someth

nce in that first note al

way those fellows came at us. But they'd laid their plans pretty well. Where

an. They had taken up the planks across that break in the roa

are now," laughed Chub. "But put me wise to this: How did they

me Mexican delivered both notes to Mrs. Spooner, and it looks as though the two men who robbed Fresnay had

ime to look up

description. If I'd been at home when he brought that second no

the game all by themselves. One of them wrote that warning and sent it to us, then picked up his partner and slid for the hills in o

t worry about themselves. With two good horses, and their freedom, and ten thousand in

not able to cle

ently tried to stop them, were mere guesswork. Giving up their attempt to probe th

y halted just long enough to eat a hurried meal. There was the chance, if they tarried too lo

machines, tightened a few bolts, lighted their lamps-i

and boggy. During the present dry weather the road was passably good, but after a rai

back and forth across the rails. It was poor up to within half a dozen miles of Prescott, and then, abruptly,

boys reached this good stretch of road, and their l

for a motor-cycle

rain," added Matt, his mind running on t

big Baldwin, with Moody late and making up time! Whoo-ee! That would be a rac

am of it at the time, yet thi

l, covered a couple of miles of level road, cros

They registered, secured a room on the ground floor, and, in order to make sure there would be no tampering with thei

care of, and then the boys, tired out with t

something to happen. It was Thursday, the day specified in the

und the hotel office, impatient a

them to broach anything connected with the particular business that had brought them to Prescott

ery much d

n't much of a tip, after all," h

the man who wrote that first note f

may have happened to him that will ke

mea

have decided to put the other man out of the way. That would keep the fellow from communicating with us, and it's a cinch that's what those handy-boys

gedly, "and see it through. I've got a h

be losing time-and we have

o if we weren't

nerves so that it's hard for me to hold down a chai

o," suggested Matt, "and watch things the

tighter than a woodtick. If anything does happen here, maybe

ay right here until something turns up. It's th

that, but I'll go you," and Chu

ken next morning. As he and Chub left their room and wal

e," said

a little as he tore it open. It was a night-message, and had been sent fr

court Saturday. Will probably go to jury

he read the message and

lip," muttered Chub angrily. "We've got

it," answered Matt, hea