CHAPTER V.
MATT BEGINS A SEARCH.
Carl, having untangled himself from the barrel, brushed off his clothesand rubbed his sore spots, came bristling up to O'Grady.
"You vas grazy," he cried, "so grazy as I don'd know. Oof you hatn'tfooled mit us, t'ings vould haf peen tifferent. Ve lose vone t'ousanttollars py vat you do! Yah, so helup me! Pud avay der gun und gedreasonaple."
"Huccome dat 'ar resolver change han's lak what Ah see?" inquired UncleTom, stepping gingerly around the corner of the hotel. "Didun' Ah do yono good, mascottin' fo' yo', Motah Matt?"
Eliza and Topsy followed Uncle Tom, peering about them excitedly andevidently expecting to find Brisco a prisoner.
"Something went crossways, Uncle Tom," said Matt. "Brisco got away, andhe took the stolen car with him. Mr. O'Grady, here, the proprietor ofthe hotel, didn't understand the case and helped the wrong side."
By that time O'Grady was himself beginning to think that he had madea mistake. The sight of the big red touring-car, and of the oddassortment of passengers who had arrived in it, afforded him foodfor thought. So he was thinking, lowering the revolver meanwhile andgrabbing Ping, the Chinaman, by the queue to keep him from going afterthe marshal.
"Where did th' lot av yez come from?" O'Grady finally inquired.
"Ash Fork," replied Legree.
"Them colored folks come wid yez?"
"Yes."
"Well, mebby Oi did make a bobble, Oi dunno. Tell me something moreabout ut."
Briefly as he could, Legree told of the robbery of Mr. Tomlinson andof the stealing of the cattleman's car, then wound up the recital bydescribing how Brisco had run off and left his theatrical company, andhow Motor Matt had picked up those who were tramping along the road andwas giving them a lift as far as Flagstaff.
O'Grady seemed to take more stock in Motor Matt than in any of theothers. He watched the boy out of the tails of his eyes while listeningto Legree.
"Faith," said he, "yez are a har-r-d hitter, me lad. Oi'm feelin' th'rap yez give me this minyit, an' me jaw'll be lame f'r a wake; but sureOi desarved ut av so be Oi'm raysponsible f'r th' mon gittin' away. Agood custhomer he was, an' Oi make ut a rule t' trate good custhomerswid ivery consideration. Oi supplied him wid gasoline out av me privatebarrel, an' sint th' Chinee f'r oil which Oi let him have at double th'proice Oi paid f'r ut. By th' same token, Oi felt loike tratin' th'mon white, d'yez see? Now, av yez won't say annythin' more about th'fracas, sure Oi won't, an' we'll let bygones be bygones. Was yez allthinkin' av takin' dinner at th' Shamrock?"
"Dat 'ar was de notion we had, boss," spoke up Uncle Tom eagerly.
"Then, begorry, Oi'll make yez a special rate av sivin dollars f'r th'six av yez."
"I'll give you three," said Matt.
"T'ree ut is," was the prompt rejoinder. "Th' ladies can go t' th'parlor, an' th' gintlemen will foind a wash-bench by th' kitchen dure.Hurry up wid th' meal, Ping," the proprietor added to the Chinaman.
O'Grady handed the revolver to Legree, excused himself and went intothe hotel.
"It don't take him long to forget the trouble he made us," remarkedLegree, with a wink. "He's wise, too, in being willing to overlook thematter if we are."
Motor Matt couldn't understand Legree. He didn't appear to be worriedin the least about the boy; on the contrary, he seemed pleased with thesituation.
"Where's the kid?" inquired Eliza.
"He went away with Brisco," replied Legree.
Startled exclamations came from Eliza, Uncle Tom, and Topsy.
"Don't fret about him," went on Legree, with a calm confidence that wastoo deep for Matt, "for he'll come back. I'll have to stay here andwait for him, of course, and if Matt feels as though he has to pull outfor Flagstaff before the kid gets here, why, we'll have to come alongthe best we can."
"The boy's in danger," said Matt, "and I'm not going to leave Fairviewuntil I try to do something for him."
"Don't go to any trouble, Matt," returned Legree, "for I tell you againthe kid's able to look out for himself. This work of his may result inthe capture of Brisco and the recovery of the stolen car. After we eat,I'm going to find a cot, lie down, and take a snooze. I've got thatcoming to me, I think, considering what I've been through to-day. Let'shunt up that wash-bench and get ready for dinner."
Matt was in a quandary. He knew, by his own experience, that Brisco wasa desperate man, and Legree's firm conviction that the boy would keepout of trouble looked like the craziest kind of misjudgment.
Following the dinner, to which they all did ample justice, Uncle Tomcurled up on a door-step in the sun, Legree found a hammock in theshade, and Eliza and Topsy disappeared inside the hotel. Matt led Carloff to the Red Flier.
"It's a queer layout, Carl," said Matt, nodding his head in thedirection of the hotel. "Hasn't it struck you that way?"
"Vell," returned Carl, running his fingers reflectively through his matof tow-colored hair, "I vas making some reflections on der soobjeck.Leedle Efa don't seem to cut mooch ice mit Legree, hey? Or meppy he cuta whole lot dot ve don'd know aboudt."
"You knew the boy in Denver?" went on Matt.
"Yah, aber I forged vat his name vas, or vat he dit. Und I ditn't knowvedder he hat a fader."
"Well, I don't think we ought to go on to Flagstaff until we find outsomething as to what becomes of the boy."
"Me, neider; aber how ve find oudt, hey?"
"We'll take the Flier and see if we can't track the runabout."
"Und oof ve come too close py der runaboudt, den vat?"
"We'll take some old bottles along. If the runabout shows up and triesto chase us, we'll make a run of it and smash the bottles in the roadbehind us."
Carl chuckled. That was an expedient to which Motor Matt had alreadyhad recourse--and with brilliant success.
"Pully! I vill go findt der pottles, Matt, vile you ged der macheenretty."
Carl went off toward a junk-pile back of the wood-shed. By the timeMatt had made the Red Flier ready, Carl was back with an armful ofbottles.
"Ve vas on der high gear dis drip, you bed you," observed Carl, dumpingthe bottles into the tonneau. "I like dose oxcidements, yah, so. It vasgoot for der nerfs und makes a fellow jeerful like nodding."
As they got into the car, ready for the start, Eliza came hurrying outof the hotel. She carried the box in her hand and made straight for theautomobile.
"Where are you going, Matt?" she asked breathlessly.
"We're not intending to run off and leave you," Matt laughed. "We wantto see if we can't find out something about Little Eva, as you callhim. It don't seem right to let the boy be carried off like this andnot try to do something to help him."
"He's a queer kid," said Eliza thoughtfully. "He and Legree were onlywith the company about two months, and they both had a queer way aboutthem, sometimes. But if Legree isn't worried I don't know why we oughtto be."
"I don't know, either," said Matt, "but I am, all the same. Carl andI are going to see if we can't follow the trail of the runabout for aways. I don't think we'll be gone more than an hour or two."
"May I go along?"
"Why, yes, if you want to; but hadn't you better leave that box here?"
"Legree told me to keep it by me all the time," answered the girl.
"Probably he didn't intend for you to take it out into the hills. Well,never mind. If it's so mighty valuable I guess Legree would be takingcare of it himself. Jump in, Eliza."
The girl climbed into the tonneau, and Carl closed the door. Mattstarted at low speed, getting into the road at the same place whereBrisco had driven the runabout. The trail of the broad wheels was welldefined in the dust, and led along the course followed by the Red Flierin coming into town.
"Prisco vent oudt like ve come in," said Carl. "I'm vonderin' in mymindt oof he vent pack py Ash Fork?"
"Give it up, Carl," answered Matt. "I don't know where he went. There'sa whole lot about this business that's the rankest kind of guesswork."
"Sure! Liddle Efa vas foolish mit himseluf for gedding indo der car;und he vas foolish some more for shtaying der car in ven he mighdtchump it off. Aber meppy he hat his reasons, hey?"
"He must have had a reason for doing such a reckless thing, but hedon't know Brisco so well as we do."
"He ought to, Matt," spoke up Eliza; "he was with the company for twomonths."
"At that time," Matt answered, "Brisco had the best part of hischaracter uppermost. Carl and I have seen the worst side of him, andhe's the biggest scoundrel out of jail."
"Vorse as dot!" averred Carl.
The tracks of the car led up the slope, out of the valley thatcontained the town, and on along the Ash Fork road.
Matt held the Flier down to an easy pace. For several miles the littleparty had a pleasant ride, without any excitement whatever. But therewas plenty of excitement in store, and when it arrived it came suddenly.
A turn in the wooded road brought those in the car abruptly into along, straightaway stretch. The instant they were able to look alongthe trail beyond the turn, a thrill shot through the nerves of all ofthem.
Three mounted men were coming toward the car at a tearing clip.Evidently they had heard the pounding of the motor and had put theirhorses to top speed.
"Prisco!" shouted Carl; "und dere iss Spangler, too. Durn aroundt,Matt! Durn aroundt so kevick as der nation vill let you! Shiminygrickets, aber dis vas sutten!"
Motor Matt had recognized two of the riders as Brisco and Spangler,even before Carl had given his frightened yell.
Where had Brisco exchanged his seat in the runabout to the saddle ofthe horse? And why had he changed, and where had he left the car?
All this darted through the young motorist's mind as he halted theFlier, reversed, and began backing to make the turn.