Motor Matt's Century" Run"

, Matt's mind had been busy. The result of his thinking forced

the machines. Furthermore, some knowledge of the mechanism of the motor-cycles had been necessary in order to strip the machines of their gasoline

s chum's arm. "You're on the wrong track. I'm sur

flared Clip. "If Gregory di

he trail, and one of the men may have come back. H

rancher. "That's what them oth

a quick lo

said Clip. "They found Gregory didn't ha

o make sure we couldn't get a fresh supply from him when they ha

ly. "Just at the start, too. Nice

ll the speed he could throw into the pedals. But the weigh

mysterious enemies had scored a t

Clip, in a discouraged tone,

nutes of two,"

to go sixty-five miles!" Clip laughed gruesomel

asewood, palo-verde, and ironwood. The road twisted serpentlike to avoid rough ground. From somewhere in

queried Matt, l

ters, I reckon,"

e descent, a turn brought them into the proximity of an automobile, and so

standstill in the middle of the trail,

o more than stare at each other. The blows of the ax, off in the chaparra

Can I believe what I see? Say, Matt,

e roadster. One of the rear tires was flat. On the ground near the flatten

omobile. "A tire blew up on them. They haven't a jack along, and they've gone into the bru

may be

anteens," he went on excitedly, picking both of the gasoline-cans out of the rumble. "A

ed in the chaparral, but the talking was still going on, and, fro

y," said Clip, while they were em

in out of the car-tank," ret

the gasoline out into the road. Give 'em a dos

root of this, but the resentment he felt at being looked down upon by some of the P

ut. This reprisal against the two men who had the roadster, however, had already taken form in Matt's mind before Clip had suggested it. By stran

tt carried the canteen to the motor-car and proceeded to r

ot notice the sound of voices had died out in the chaparral. As Matt stepped back from the motor-car and finished screwing the cap on the canteen, a

the timber just

the man; "this

a rush for his machine, at the same time yelling to

hough he would pass on the right side. When the man had thrown himself in that direction, Matt plunged by o

p's canteen, he jerked the motor-cycle away from the bushes, got into the saddle, and started the ped

es just as the Comet was getting under its own headway. H

m's companion. "Stop him!

a mettlesome racer, wondered how Jem was going to cover the fast

at the last resource was the two

t's ear. Bending lower over the handlebars, he opened the throttle with a twist o

ip; then, in an instant more, both boys were sc