Motor Matt's Daring; or, True to His Friends / Motor Stories Thrilling Adventure Motor Fiction No. 2, March 6, 1909

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MOTOR MATT'S DARING; OR, TRUE TO HIS FRIENDS.
By the author of MOTOR MATT.
Matt King , concerning whom there has always been a mystery—a lad of splendid athletic abilities, and never-failing nerve, who has won for himself, among the boys of the Western town, the popular name of Mile-a-minute Matt. Chub McReady , sometimes called plain Reddy, for short, on account of his fiery thatch —a chum of Matt, with a streak of genius for inventing things that often land the bold experimenter in trouble. Welcome Perkins , a one-legged wanderer who lives with Chub and his sister while their father prospects for gold—Welcome is really a man of peace, yet he delights to imagine himself a terror, and is forever boasting about being a reformed road-agent. Dirk Hawley , a sporting man who usually gets whatever he goes after; and being both rich and unscrupulous is reckoned a dangerous character to have for an enemy. Dace Perry , a school companion of young King, who has learned to hate Matt so furiously that he is ready to go to almost any length in order to do our hero an injury. Tom Clipperton , known generally as Clip, a quarter-blood, who is very sensitive about his Indian ancestry. Susie McReady , the small sister of Chub. Edith Hawley , the gambler's daughter. Mr. McReady , a prospector. Delray , a watchman in charge of the abandoned Bluebell Mine. Jacks , Bisbee , } two ruffians in the employ of Hawley. Pedro Morales , a Mexican wood-hauler.
THE RUNAWAY MOTOR-CYCLE.
Shade o' Gallopin' Dick! Say, allow me to rise an' explain that I kin ride anythin' from a hoss to a streak o' greased lightnin'. I don't take no back seat fer anythin' on hoofs, 'r wheels, 'r wings. If ye think ye kin make Eagle-eye Perkins, ex-Pirate o' the Plains, take to the cliffs an' the cactus jest by flashin' a little ole benzine push-cart onto him an' darin' him to git straddle, ye're goin' to be fooled a-plenty. Shucks! Here, hold my hat.