Motor Matt's Make Up

had not been seen. It was a disagreeable surprise to him, therefore

e slumbered a latent animosity against the other. But they had to try to fraternize. Motor Matt had issued an edict

McGlory was in sight they locked arms and addressed each other in terms of endearment. When they we

ot expected to cause such a disturbance, and the fact that chaos had reigned in the

sire to see Matt, or any one else. The show was to be at Reid's Lake for three days, and the

start for the flights. Owing to the wind, there would be no morning flight, and-very likely, as he

w grounds. With the idea that he would go into Grand Rapids and hunt up some of his count

cars to come and go without getting aboard. Finally he bolster

ter he had taken his seat, he saw W

tle worried, he knew not for what reason, he got up from his seat and walke

outing for the car to stop. The passengers, thrusting their heads from

g

ed his gaze rearward, and what he saw cause

long the road that paralleled the track, coming like a l

oman candle, and Matt was chasing the street car in order to remo

tter of the gong, as the conductor gave the motorman the bell f

st anything. The only thing that suggested itself at that moment was to jump and run. His orig

still proceeding at a lively gait when Ping t

to alight from a swiftly moving trolley car,

going in one direction, his sandals in another, and he himself describing what is technically known as a parabola. The Le Bons-the best "kinkers" in the Big Consolidated-could not have twisted themselves into more fantastic shapes than did Ping during that stunt of gro

self had made a jump from the car. The other was Wily Bill, and he must have drop

ftly moving car and yet keep his balance, for he was on hi

d was making in the "barker's" direction,

Ping, just then, was a

after all, but had been ho

rganized, he saw Wily Bill scramble up the steep bank and vanish among the bushes on the top of it. Possibly thi

My no savvy. One piecee queer biz, you bettee. Wow! China boy all b

d to observe that the street car had stopped and backed up to the place nearest the spot where he was crooning to himself and rubbing his

off?" asked

d Ping, cocking up his a

r neck!" growled the motorman. "C

ed by a laudable desire to avoid a

ubilated, a wide grin cutting his yellow face in half. "Woosh!"

conductor. "Is he crazy, or what?"

ly half baked, best you can say for 'em. Let's sn

ed him to his feet. They would have dra

e!" he shout

he exasperated motorman. "

declared Ping. "Why my makee j

ted to go on with us? We'll leave him, Jim. I thought, when I saw him hit the

back to his place at the front end of the car. The conducto

boy attempt a war dance in his stocking feet, then s

conductor. "Well, it's none o' my funeral," he adde

his scattered wardrobe. While he was about it, he was wonder

rough with Carl that Matt had thought best

could manage it, and proved of some assistance to Motor Matt, such a mo

limping to the place where t

ork leg than anything else, and was numb from ankle to thigh. But, somehow, he managed to get up the bank with it. Pausing there, he called

f, as he limped into the timber. "My ketchee Motol Matt, m