"There was a mistake about that rock," Matt went on coolly. "It wasn't thrown at you, but at Perry."
"Perry says different. That you threw it at me."
"Perry is careless with the truth. Before we begin, let me give you your rabbit's foot. If you ever needed it, you're going to need it now."
Matt held out his hand. Clipperton said something and recoiled a step; then, slowly, he advanced and took the luck-bringer from Matt's fingers.
"Where'd you get this?" asked Clipperton.
"It was found under the grand stand where you dropped it when you fired at my wheel."
Clipperton was silent, standing rigid and erect in the moonlight. There was a queer gleam in his eyes as he fixed them on Matt.
"How many have you told that to?" he demanded.
"Not one. If I had, you wouldn't be in that mile run to-morrow."
As Matt finished speaking Clipperton leaped forward abruptly. "Look out!" he called.