Motor Matt's Mystery; or, Foiling a Secret Plot

a sound of scrambling behind him. Just as he whirled

Dutchman, Spangler. Y

car, grabbed Carl as he was about to rise and pulled him over the back of the seat with an

was no doubt about that. They had made their counter-move exactly as Tomlinson had surmised. B

n behind the bushes, ready to make a capture as soon as the tree had stopped the boys and before they co

lightning. A dead branch had been broken from the pine-tree in

cried, to the fellow w

ping gray eyes and the whirl

ed the man in the automob

m goin' to walk inter that club, Hank, ye've g

ind him and jerked a revo

reasonable. I'd hate like sin ter cut ye off in yer youth an' bloo

if he had to. If the two ruffians were after the pearls, they would probably leave Matt and Carl and go away

t, throwing the club away and

green bag?" asked Hank

ed Matt. "If that's what yo

ou lie to me-it won't

has got the b

ound gave a jump

n the car, "that the hombre who was in

e's Tomlinson. He's in the

he faces of the two men. Th

ed. "Tomlinson! He said his name was Tomli

ad the bag?"

" sai

o take it away fro

they, if it be

me of-er-T

of the mountain. He thought you'd cross

put both men in a

us," growled Hank, "we'll get him. Come on, Spangl

ut of the car. Together they started for the tra

as they began to mount the slope,

ng along the road beyond the tree. "

at. From that elevation he was able to look off and see

e distance. Two mounted men were galloping up the ro

was Tomlinson;

miny grickets, dere goes dot fell

pangler we

f with our hosses!

got the pearl

Spangler. "We got ter pick up ho

the slope in the directi

ed Hank. "We couldn't overhaul th

' watch 'em go skyhootin' off with our hosses an' them pearls.

retracing his w

over his shoulder. "We'll be climbing ri

, und py chimineddy I vill catch oop mit dot Pringle fell

ands, Spangler and Hank c

ted Hank. "Lay us alongside that outfit

d Matt. "You fellows h

ee. It was a case of their own weapons being turned against them. Th

and help us snake the log out of the way

angler and Hank worked like beavers, and afte

ybody! If you try any tricks with the machinery, Motor Matt," he

robbers, but his suspicions of Tomlinson, since his talk with Spangler and Hank, had r

ng only of Pringle, and of

eaning over the wheel and coaxing the six cylind

ing in the tonneau, gripping the seat-back and

Carl. "Hit her oop like anyding! Tear off

it thar afore we start! Talk about yer travelin'

son, you say?" shouted Ma

an I am!" a

enny, otherwise

ve hi

h of black pearls. Although Matt was helping Spangler and Hank, yet there was a hope, deep down in his hear

re was

the possession of the pearls, what had