"I haven't any opinion, major," said Matt. "You know as much as I do."
"But did you hear the report of a revolver?"
"I thought I did."
The major muttered savagely. "Have you any enemy lawless enough to take that way of doing you up?"
"I don't think I have. We'd better let the thing stand just as it is, I guess. There was no great harm done, if you count out the damage to the wheels."
"By gad, I like your spirit! The thing has an ugly look, but for the good of the club the less said about it the better. Sure your arm's all right?"
"It will be as good as ever in a few days."
They met a doctor who had been telephoned for and was hurrying to the park. The major turned him back with the information that his services were not needed.
For the rest of the distance to his home the major leaned back in his seat and said nothing. When they reached a street which was close to the place where he boarded, Matt wanted to get out, but the major shook his head mysteriously, and they rode on. In due course the car halted in front of the small building which served for a garage, and the major told Mike to leave the car outside and to go in "and bring out the other machine."
"I've got something I want to show you, King," said Woolford, getting out of the car, "and that's the reason I brought you here. If you're the kind of a lad I believe you are, the surprise I'm going to spring on you will keep you in Phœnix for that race with Prescott."