"I'm too happy over the way everything came out," put in Matt, "to waste any thoughts on Siwash Charley. The aëroplane has made good. There's no doubt about the sale to the government?"
"Not the slightest," came a chorus from the officers.
"There can't possibly be, Matt," added Cameron.
"That telegram of mine was sent to Mrs. Traquair?" Matt went on.
"It was sent from the post within half an hour after the aëroplane landed. By this time, Mrs. Traquair knows what Motor Matt has done for her."
"It wasn't that that I wanted her to understand, but the fact that a little fortune had come to her, and that she was no longer in the clutches of that loan shark, Murgatroyd."
"She knows that, too. A little fortune, I understand, has also come to Motor Matt."
"And more fame," put in McGlory, "than one modest young chap like my pard knows how to shoulder."
"What little fortune there is," smiled Matt, "is to be divided with my chum, Joe McGlory, who was a bigger help to me than I imagine he realized. Part of the fame should be his, too."
"Speak to me about that!" chuckled the cowboy. "Fame! Oh, yes, I ought to be plastered with it. Why, I wouldn't have gone up in the June Bug for all the fame they tacked onto Napoleon."