Where Harper, the driver of the Hawk was, was likewise a mystery to the police.
Matt had turned the bag of loot stolen from Hartz & Greer over to the police with instructions to say that it was recovered by Miss Brady, and that no reward would be accepted for its return.
"How you tink dot air-ship pitzness is, anyvays, Matt?" asked Carl, when the boys had had their talk out and were ready to crawl into bed.
"I like it," answered Matt, enthusiastically, "and I wish I could have more of it!"
His wish was destined to fulfillment, for, as events proved, his thrilling work in South Chicago and at Willoughby's swamp was but the beginning of a series of air-ship experiences. Matt may have congratulated himself with the thought that he was through with Hector Brady, but Brady was by no means done with Matt—as will be made clear in the story to follow.
THE END.
THE NEXT NUMBER (10) WILL CONTAIN
Motor Matt's Hard Luck;
OR,
THE BALLOON-HOUSE PLOT.