Two days later Ollie Dangerfield was laid away under the palms and umbrella-trees in the Phœnix cemetery.
Susie, Chub, Welcome, Matt, Clip, and many others of the townspeople attended the funeral. The little girl's story had become known through the town, and had excited much interest and a good deal of sympathy for Dangerfield.
During the days that followed, and while Matt was waiting for the reward, a great plan had formed itself in Clipperton's brain. He called on Matt at Mrs. Spooner's, and placed it before him in all its dazzling grandeur.
"That red roadster is a fine car, Matt," said Clip. "You ought to know. What do you say?"
"It's a fast car," answered Matt guardedly. "Why, Clip? What of it?"
"Suppose nobody claims it? What will be done with it?"
"Give it up."
"Couldn't it be bought? Ought to be a bargain."
"Look here!" cried Matt, starting up in his chair. "What are you trying to get through your head, anyhow?"
"Why, it would be a heap easier for us. On that Denver trip, I mean. If we could get hold of that——"