Motor Matt; or, The King of the Wheel / Motor Stories Thrilling Adventure Motor Fiction No 1.

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MOTOR MATT; OR, The King of the Wheel.
By STANLEY R. MATTHEWS.
BAD BLOOD.
Hello, peaches!
The girl in the calico dress turned quickly. There was a startled look in her brown eyes, and she drew back a little from the gate.
The laughing words had been flung at her breathlessly by a boy who was trotting along the road—a boy in running-togs with P. H. S. in red letters across the breast of his white shirt. He came from the north, and the girl had been leaning upon the gate and looking south, across the bridge that spanned the canal and led into the town of Phœnix.
I—I don't think I know you, murmured the girl, a look of repugnance crossing her brown, pretty face.
Yes, you do, panted the boy, swinging in toward the gate and coming to a halt. Sure you know me. Catching hold of the gate-palings he steadied himself and grinned in a manner which he must have thought engaging. Why, you've seen me a dozen times, anyhow. Take another look.
After stealing a furtive glance at him the girl took a step backward.
I've seen you, yes, she said quietly, but I don't know you—and I don't think I care to know you.