"Get the Comet, Matt," jerked out Clipperton. "You're wanted on the jump. Hustle."
"Who wants me?" demanded Matt.
"The governor. It's a hurry-up call. McKibben said for you not to lose a minute."
"What does the governor want me for?"
As Matt put the question he was running for his motor-cycle.
"That's too many for me," answered Clip. "All I know's what I'm telling you. Something in the wind. No getaway for Denver for us to-day."
"Where'll I find Governor Gaynor?" asked Matt.
He was pushing his machine through the gate, and Clip was getting his own wheel and making ready to follow.
"In his office," answered Clip. "He's waiting for you there."
Matt got into the saddle and began pedaling. The next moment the pistons took the push and the motor began to snap. By the time he reached the bridge the cylinders were purring softly and the Comet was going like a limited express.