Motor Matt's Century" Run"

e for Matt's predicament. The man and the dog were at that difficult place in the trail to c

ainst the ruffian and the dog? This problem rushed thr

mouse. Matt stared into the brute's fiendish little eyes, and reason told him

Why not, he asked himself, "play possum" with the man and the dog, and pretend to be badly

ugh them and keep track of what was going on,

eaned on his club, an

young feller

id not

of the club. "I reckon you're the one Bolivar an' me's bee

answer

able, Bolivar, an' when ye fall on anythin', ye come down like a thousand o' brick. Gi

e of two or three yards. Then the man pulled t

to himself. "Pussonly, I ain't got no use fer a hoss that drinks gaso

and drew him away from the brink of the precipice. When he finally let loose of Matt,

than to Matt, "ye'd hev tumbled inter the gulch, iron hoss an' all. Now, we'll see what ails ye, an' then I'll make

ck seat just as his prey had come under his paw

animal to keep away. While his back was toward him

feet, lifting the club with him. I

ents, the man faced aro

ared, and flung at Ma

ulder with all his strength. It was a glancing blow, but i

, and starting. Just as the motor got busy, the dog dropped beside Matt,

get away from the man and the dog he must have speed, and he must

wing the path in front of the machine, he heard the snarling

e of the cliff, and away from the loose stones fringing the wall on the other side of the road, was the problem with which Matt ha

hat quarter. The man, he knew, he could easily dist

oo close for comfort. Should he snap at the rear wheel and puncture the tire-Matt's thoughts could not carry the dange

ike an hour, and the darting Comet reached the other side o

horseshoes just as on the other side of the mountain. But

p never before equaled. Matt diminished the power that fed the racing pisto

. The speedometer could register up to sixty-five miles an hour, but the needle had gone out of business. If Motor Matt wa

d a ride. It was more li

he base of the mountain before he fairly realised it, and the Co

ht. All Motor Matt had to show for the perilous encounter on the cliffsi

a?on and the snail's pace toward the top of the divide, M

put his schedule many minutes to the good. He was going a mile a

ad. The road led on through the bottom of the "V," and Matt suddenly took note of a man on horseback, directly in fro

is?" shouted Matt

ap!" answer

ed the Comet within a dozen yards. Facing about, he wai

n' what's yer bloomin' hurry? The way ye was shootin' along, it looked as though ye'd git to where ye was goin' purty nigh befo

Can you tell me where I'll fin

projectin' rock an' ye'll be in our

other way, he sped on around a projecting spur of the

watering their horses, and others were rolling up their blankets. Matt's sudden appearance drew the

ed one of the men. "Slid right in on us afore we suspected a

skered man pushed through the cro

?" the man a

r Sheriff Burke

l's-eye, first crack ou

ed Matt, getting out of the saddl

with it?" demanded th

d to get here a

oking at a watch. "Then ye're ahead of ti

lected in his face, for Burke's i

get here by five

nor Ga

repeated t

?nix at quarter

t ni

noon

undred miles in five

es

Not only that, but their respect

rnor got to say?

letter out o

envelope. Just write on the back of it, 'Received at five minutes of five, Thursda