Matt was fully as much wrought up as was his chum.
"This message is a forgery, Mr. Benner!" he cried. "Mrs. Traquair isn't in Oberon, and she never sent it."
"How was I ter know that?" snorted the post trader. "Soon's I got the message, I routed out my man, Jake, an' we hitched up to the wagon, loaded on that consarned machine that I've been holdin here, an' Jake started with it fer Oberon."
The cowboy gave a groan, and fell over against the wall.
"That must have been him we passed, Matt," he murmured.
Without pausing to reply, Matt whirled and ran out of the room. The aëroplane was on the road to Oberon, but the automobile could easily overtake the wagon. It was well, however, not to lose any time.
[CHAPTER XI.]
SIWASH SHOWS HIS TEETH—AND HIS HEELS.
Black's astonishment was great when Motor Matt reappeared at the front of the building and leaped into the car.