CHAPTER XII.
A CLOSE CALL.
"Pile out, Josh, and get busy with those rocks!" yelled Matt.
It was a forlorn hope, for the pounding of the Red Flier could be heardaround the turn, coming up hand over fist. Long before the way could becleared, Brisco would be upon them.
And what had become of Spangler. Where had he gone? And _why_ had hegone?
That was a conundrum, and Matt had no time to give to conundrums justthen.
Josh, eager to do all he could, was tugging and straining at the rocks.
"It won't do, Josh!" shouted Matt. "Run for those boulders at the sideof the road and wait for me."
To think quickly in an emergency was Motor Matt's long suit. Many atime his cool head had helped him out of a bad difficulty.
While he was shouting to the boy he was running back to the car.Snatching the wrench from where he had dropped it in the rumble,Matt went to work with lightninglike energy on the cap of thegasoline-reservoir.
In record time he had the cap off. Bending down he scooped up a handfulof sand from the road and dumped the most of it into the reservoir,then, as quickly as he had removed the cap, he replaced it, flung thewrench into the car and jumped for the boulders.
Hardly was he back of the big stones that clustered along that edge ofthe valley, when the Red Flier shoved her nose through a cloud of dustand came scorching onward.
Brisco must have been astounded to see the runabout, deserted and at ahalt in the road. The way, of course, was blocked for him as well asfor the runabout, and he halted the Red Flier at a good distance fromthe other machine, leaped out and came running to the other car.
The stones in the road probably gave him a pretty good idea of whathad happened, for he immediately began looking around him as thoughexpecting to see some one--possibly Matt and Josh.
"Spang!" he whooped. "Where are you, Spang?"
"Here!" answered Spangler, appearing suddenly around the bend.
"What you been doing?" demanded Brisco.
"The dickens is ter pay, an' no mistake!" stormed Spang. "That youngcub of a Motor Matt found out whar we'd cached the runabout, an' blamedif he didn't go in an' snake it right out from under Klegg's----"
"Thunder!" broke in Brisco. "Don't you reckon I _saw_ the whelp? He wasbearing down on me like a hurricane, slamming the runabout through forall she was worth."
"He went past here gally-whoopin'," answered Spang, "while I was makin'fer that hole in the hill. Come mighty nigh runnin' me down at that.I got out o' the way, faced around an' sent a couple o' bullets arterhim, but the brat's too lucky ter stop any lead----"
"Depends on who throws the lead," snarled Brisco.
"I kin throw it with ary man that walks! But I didn't take time terthrow much. I calculated the runabout would come up ferninst you, Hank,afore it got out o' the valley, an' that King would have ter turnaround an' chase back this way. So what does I do but begin pilin'stones whar they'd do the most good. Jest got enough down ter do thebiz, an' went ter see what had happened ter Klegg. Great jumpin'sand-hills! What d'ye think that infernal kid done ter him?"
"What?" fumed Brisco.
"Doped him, by thunder! Doped him out er the same bottle we used lastnight! Klegg's up thar in the notch, dead ter the world!"
"What did you leave the hang-out for?" roared Brisco angrily. "Didn'tI tell you, when I left, to stay there with Klegg? If you'd done as Isaid, this wouldn't have happened."
"I come out ter see if that kid was moseyin' down the valley," was thesullen rejoinder from Spang. "Ye said I was ter watch out an' make surehe didn't blunder outer the notch."
"Well, you made sure, didn't you?" taunted Brisco. "Where'd Legree'skid spring from? How'd he come to be along with King?"
"How'd I know? Think I'm a mind-reader?"
"Deuced funny thing! He was with King, and I'd like to know where hecame from, and how he got here. There's a nigger in the fence, I'llbet. Where'd those boys go?"
"I don't know that, nuther."
"Did they pass you and go up the valley?"
"Nary, they didn't!"
"Then they must be hiding around here somewhere! Let's get 'em. If Ilay hands on Motor Matt again he won't get off so easy."
There was only one place in that vicinity where any one could hide, andthat was among the scattered rocks not far from where the runabout wasstanding.
Brisco and Spangler, making a hasty survey of the surroundings, at oncehit upon the boulders as the place for them to look.
"They're over thar," cried Spangler, "an' I'll bet money on it."
As he spoke, he started at a run for the side of the valley, pulling arevolver as he went.
"Don't do any shooting," called Brisco, starting after Spangler, "justgrab 'em and hold 'em."
"We'll tie King in that thar automobile when we run it over the cliff!"yelped Brisco viciously. "We'll l'arn him ter play his tricks on _us_!"
Matt and Josh had heard all this conversation. They were not standingstill, either, but were busily finding some place where they could stowthemselves away.
A fight with the two armed men was to be avoided, if possible. Mattknew that he and Josh would stand little chance in such a one-sidedcombat; and Matt had formed plans which he was eager to be carrying out.
A little way up the steep hillside there was a ledge, with a recessback of it.
Matt's quick eye picked out the spot, and he climbed briskly, haulingJosh along after him. The boulders shielded them from view while theywere getting to the ledge, and Matt pushed Josh into the recess, andthen rolled into it himself. From this position Matt was able to peerover the ledge and keep track of the movements of Brisco and Spangler.
"Are they comin' dis way, cull?" whispered the boy.
"Yes," answered Matt.
"Got deir guns ready, eh?"
"Of course, Josh. Scoundrels like Brisco and Spangler always draw andshoot if you give 'em half a chance."
"Dey're hot at de two of us, an' dey'll sure lay out ter do us up."
"We'll have to fight, if they force it on us."
"Wot kin we do?"
"There's a stone on the ledge. If they come too close I'll push it downon them."
"Better give dat dere stone a push right off, bekase----"
"Hist!" cautioned Matt.
Silence fell between the boys. Matt drew in his head, fearing hewould be seen. He listened intently, however, and could tell by thescrambling feet below just how near Brisco and Spangler were coming.When they came too close, Matt was intending to push the stone down onthem.
"Beats the deuce where those whelps went to!" grumbled the voice ofBrisco.
"They must be here. Thar wasn't any place else they could go. I wasn'tgone from the road more'n five minits, Hank."
"They wouldn't have had time to get past you?"
"Nary, they wouldn't. They're here, I tell ye; they must be."
"The whole side-hill is under our eyes. If you can see the cubs you cando better than I can."
"Seems like there was a shelf up thar a ways. Mebby they're on theshelf?"
"Gammon! That shelf isn't wide enough for a chipmunk to sit on."
"Anyways, I'm goin' up an' take a look."
Matt got ready to push out and roll the stone off the shelf. Before hecould do that, however, a shout from Brisco halted him.
"Say, you! There were three horses in the hang-out with Klegg!"
"What o' that?" answered Spangler.
"Why, those boys have gone there and are getting the horses."
"How could they go thar, Hank? They didn't pass me."
"They might have got there when you didn't see them. While we'rewasting time here, I'll bet something handsome they're getting outthose horses. Come on! Don't lose another second fooling around amongthose rocks!"
"Waal, I don't reckon----"
"Come on, I say!" roared Brisco.
The two men were heard scrambling down the slope, getting farther andfarther away.
> Back in the little recess Matt could hear the boy chuckling and talkingto himself.
"Come on, Josh!" whispered Matt, starting up. "Be careful, though! Thisis our day for luck, all right."
"Well, I guess!" answered the boy, rolling over the ledge. "Chee, butdey're a pair o' dough-heads. Good t'ing f'r us, too. What next, Matt?"
"We'll get to the Red Flier, turn it the other way along the trail, andride back to Fairview."
"Oh, Lucy!" giggled Josh. "Fer a kid dat ain't had not'in' t' eat sinceyesterday mornin' I'm feelin' some fine! We gits de Red Flier, afterall, an' dem guys is beat, hands down."
They were proceeding down the hillside while Josh was talking. WhenMatt reached the boulders that lined the road, he looked out.
Brisco and Spangler, hurrying as fast as their legs could carry them,were just vanishing around the bend.
"Now for the Red Flier--and Fairview!" said Matt, running out fromamong the boulders and laying a direct course for the red car.
"Dat's de talk, cull!" laughed Josh, hustling along after Matt.
Certainly it looked as though they were to have everything their ownway, for a while at least--but they were not so lucky as they thought.