A DARING PLAN.
"Say," panted Josh, as he and Matt traveled rapidly along the road,
"put me wise to dis move, can't yous? Wot's in yer block, Matt?"
"Do you know what Brisco intends to do with the Red Flier?" asked Matt.
"He's layin' in a supply o' benzine-buggies t' start a garage, 'r
somet'ing, ain't he?"
"He ran off with that touring-car just to play even with me, Josh. He
says I've meddled with his affairs long enough, and that he's going to
run the Red Flier over a cliff just to pay me back for using the car to
help you people."
"Wouldn't dat frost yous?" muttered Josh.
"And he said I was seventy-five miles from Fairview," went on Matt,
"and that by the time I had walked to the town he would have finished
his business there."
"Brisco has got anodder guess comin'. He ain't so warm. Dad can show
him a t'ing 'r two, an' don't yous fergit dat. Chee! Dat guy's de
limit. But wot's yer game, cull?"
"You say that both cars are in that 'well,' as you call it?"
"Dat's w'ere dey was w'en I started for here."
"Well, I'm going to get the Red Flier away from that outfit!"
Matt spoke as confidently as though he had merely remarked that he was
going over to the hotel after his dinner.
"Say, cull," returned the boy, "I like yer nerve, all right, an' I
marks yous up f'r de entry, but how yous goin' t' git under de wire?
Dere's t'ree o' dem guys, an' dey've got a lot o' artillery. How we
goin' t' git away wit' de car if dey don't want us to?"
"I don't know," replied Matt, "but we've got to do it somehow."
"Yous is a reg'lar lollypaloozer, Motor Matt, an' I'd back yous t' win
any ole day, but dis looks like too big a load. But yous can count on
me. Dad'll tell yous dat I'm big f'r me age an' no mutt in a getaway,
so jest set yer pace an' I'll push on de reins."
"How far is it to the place where the automobiles were left?"
"We're close t' dere now. I'm wonderin' w'y Brisco dropped yous widin
a short walk o' de hang-out--dat is, if he was fixin' t' stay at de
place?"
"I don't know," answered Matt; "but that's what he did and it's enough
for me. I've got to recover that car, Josh. If I don't, and if anything
happens to it, I'd look nice making my report to Tomlinson, wouldn't I?"
"If yous hadn't picked up dat bunch o' tramps on de road yous wouldn't
have got into dis fix."
"I'm not sorry I helped you out, Josh."
"Sure not. Yous ain't dat kind, Motor Matt. All de same, yous would
have been peggin' along to'rds Albuquerque, nice as yous please, if
it hadn't been for dat crowd o' Uncle Tommers. Dere'll be doin's in
Fairview in de mornin', w'en dad finds out yous ain't w'ere yous ought
t' be."
"What can your father do?"
"He can do a lot w'en he gits started. Don't yous never t'ink he's a
slow one, Matt."
Matt knew that Legree could keep a cool head in a pinch, but, for all
that, he didn't see how he could do anything when he didn't have money
enough even to pay his board-bill.
"Mr. Tomlinson has a lot of confidence in me," said Matt; "and, if that
car is wrecked, I'll have----"
"Sh-h-h!" whispered Josh, coming to a wary halt and laying a hand on
Matt's arm. "Look ahead, dere. See dat black splotch on de side o' de
hill by de road?"
"Yes," answered Matt, straining his eyes in the direction indicated.
"Dat's de brush dat hides de openin'. Are we bot' goin' t' blow in dere
an' try t' make a run wit' de red car?"
"We can't do the trick in such a hurricane way as that. We've got to
lay some other plan. I'll go in and look the ground over, Josh, and
maybe I can get hold of an idea."
"I'll try t' git holt o' one, too, w'ile I'm waitin' fer yous. Don't
make much noise w'ile yous is in de bushes, Matt, or dem terriers'll
pepper yous."
"I'm going to sneak into the place as quietly as I can. I don't think
they'll hear me."
Leaving the boy a little way from the dark patch of verdure clinging to
the face of the hill, Matt went on carefully. As he approached closer
to the vague blot it gradually took form under his eyes.
The wall of the hill seemed to be cracked through from crest to base
and wrenched apart until it formed a narrow opening. Up both sides of
the opening grew the bushes, their branches spreading out and forming a
thick screen.
On account of the darkness, Matt could not make a very close
examination of the queer fissure, but he saw enough to convince him
that Nature had contrived a secure retreat for Brisco and Spangler.
The bottom of the opening, Matt judged, was all of ten feet in width.
Dropping down on his hands and knees, he began crawling through the
middle of the break, parting the bush branches from in front of him as
he advanced.
So wary was he that he made very little noise.
He had gone perhaps a dozen feet through the brushy tangle, when a glow
of light struck on his eyes. This acted as a sort of beacon, and served
to guide him the rest of the way. A dozen feet more brought him to the
opposite side of the opening and to the edge of the bushes.
Crouching silently on the ground he proceeded to survey the peculiar
niche in front of him.
Josh's description, likening the place to a "well," was quite
appropriate. The niche was circular in form and its walls arose steeply
to a height of at least fifty feet. In the shadow of the walls the
place was very dark, but the glowing lamps of an automobile enabled
Matt to see enough to send a chill of disappointment through him.
There was only one automobile in the niche!
And that one was the runabout!
Brisco and Spangler must have emerged and gone off somewhere with the
Red Flier.
Had they taken it away to destroy it?
The three horses were not far from the runabout. They were secured to
some bushes, and could be heard pawing and stamping.
Matt could also hear something else, and that was the snoring of a man
in deep sleep.
After a moment's hesitation he continued to creep onward, redoubling
his care and vigilance.
He was upon the man before he was fairly aware of it, one of his
groping hands coming in contact with an outstretched foot.
The snoring ceased with an explosive grunt and Matt drew back
breathlessly.
The man did not rouse up. Shifting his position slightly he continued
to snore.
Making a d├ętour, Matt got around the man--whom he knew was not Brisco
or Spangler, and consequently must be Klegg--and reached the runabout.
Pausing there, the young motorist let his mind circle about this new
phase of the situation.
If he couldn't get the Red Flier, why not take the runabout? That would
afford himself and Josh a quick means for making the return trip to
Fairview. Besides, no matter what happened to the Red Flier, there was
something to be gained in getting the runabout away from the thieves.
Close to the car was a heap of horse-trappings. Matt felt about among
the saddles, bridles and blankets until he had found two coiled riatas.
Could he, by quick work, get one of the ropes around Klegg's hands
before he was thoroughly awake and able to struggle? Josh would have
been of use in such an attempt, and Matt decided that he could not make
it successfully unless he did have the other to help. He would go back
after Josh, he decided; but first he would look over the runabout and
make sure it was ready for the road.
Laying the ropes in the front of the car, he arose to his feet, softly
removed the tail lamp from its bracket, and flashed it into the rumble.
The coat, used so cleverly by the boy, was still there, crumpled on
the floor as though by a man's feet. Passing on to the forward part of
the car, the pencil of light jumped from point to point, Matt's eyes
following critically.
Everything seemed to be shipshape and in good order.
A small object on one of the front seats caught the youth's attention.
It was pushed well back into the angle where the back joined the seat,
and Matt picked it up and held it in the glow of light.
It was a small bottle, and the label bore the written word,
"Chloroform."
Matt stifled an exclamation. Undoubtedly it had been some of that
bottle's contents which had helped Brisco and Spangler get the better
of him, in Fairview, and run off with the touring-car.
Then a startling expedient darted through Matt's mind. Turn about was
fair play. With the aid of the drug he could clear a passage for the
runabout, and without resort to any violence.
Setting the lamp down on the front seat, Matt drew the cork of the
bottle, took a handkerchief from his pocket and proceeded to wet it
with the chloroform. Then, re-corking the bottle and laying it aside,
he went down on his hands and knees and started toward Klegg.
A lightening of the sky over the steep walls that hemmed in the niche
told of coming day.
The darkness would be a help to Matt and Josh in getting to the road
and away, and if advantage was to be taken of night Matt knew he would
have to hurry.
But he was well equipped to carry out his plans now, and lost no time
in getting about them.