"I don't know that, Motor Matt. When they talked over that part of it, they dropped their voices so low I couldn't hear. But you can bet it's a slick scheme, if Murg had anything to do with it."
"Sufferin' slow freights!" murmured McGlory. "It looks as though Murg had knocked us out of the running right at the start off."
"Prebbles," said Matt, "do you know of any one, here in town, who has a good automobile we could hire?"
"Well, there's a fellow named Black, a real estate man, who has a car. In spite of his name, he's as white a man as you'll find in a month of Sundays. Real estate's kinder dull, just now, and I know he sometimes lets out his car."
"Where does he live?"
"I pass his place on the way to my boarding house. If you want, I'll have him come around and see you."
"There's not much time to lose, Prebbles, as Siwash and his pals are already on the road. Call me up on the phone and let me know if he'll take us to Fort Totten to-night. If he will, have him hustle his car right around to the hotel."
"He'll ask a heap of money for the trip," suggested Prebbles. "How much are you willing to——"
"Tell him we'll give him fifty dollars if he'll get us to Fort Totten before morning."
"That'll fetch him! I guess I better start right off. You won't tell anybody about me giving Murg away to you? I don't want to have Murg pull the pin, you understand."