Chub grabbed the key and rattled away at it until the spark-gap was fairly blue.
"I reckon that will put him next," laughed Chub; "hear what he's sending now—it's just one word—'Hooray!'"
A few minutes later a jolly party sat around the dining-table. Matt interrupted the flow of conversation to do a little justice to one who had not, as yet, been prominently mentioned.
"I want to propose a toast," said he, "and we'll drink it in Adam's ale—standing, if you please."
The party arose and picked up their water-glasses.
"I give you Miss Susie McReady," said Matt, "without whose efficient aid I should never have been able to get here from the Bluebell or to meet O'Day!"
"Hear, hear!" yelped Welcome Perkins, pounding with his wooden leg.
Susie blushed crimson and sank into her chair.
"Just a minute, before you sit down," said Chub. "Allow me to give you Tom Clipperton, who was jointly responsible with Miss McReady for the success of Motor Matt. Tom Clipperton, the fastest boy on the mile and the twenty miles in Phœnix High or any other school!"
This was greeted with cheers and it could be seen that Clip was mightily pleased. A warm glow smoldered in his dark eyes.