"If Pete shows himself," said he, "he'll be arrested."
"I guess he knows that, all right," answered Matt. "Whatever the work is, he may find a way of asking my help without doing it in person."
"Will you help him?"
"That depends, Clip. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."
"As you say," said Clipperton, "it's a thing that interests me. Promise me one thing: That you'll give me a chance to help Pima Pete myself, in case you hear from him."
"I had already made up my mind to that, Clip," replied Motor Matt. "It may be a false alarm, though, and nothing come of it."
Clip shook his head.
"I don't think Dangerfield is in the habit of giving false alarms. Something is going to happen. And soon."
Whether Clip would prove a true prophet or not, only the future could tell, but Matt, having won out, did not mean to borrow trouble, and so, boylike, let the morrow take care of itself.
THE END.