"I sha'n't let him start until I have told him all about the danger——"
McKibben laughed.
"That youngster don't know what fear is, governor. He won't gigg back on the job because of any trouble that may be staring him in the face. Anyhow, he's our only hope. There's not a machine in town that can cover the ground like it's got to be covered, except the Comet; and there's no one else to use the Comet except Motor Matt."
"He's slow getting here, seems to me," muttered the governor, starting for a window to look out.
Before he reached the window a rap fell on the door. In answer to his call, the governor's secretary entered.
"Here's young King, sir," announced the secretary.
"Have him come right in," said the governor, a look of relief crossing his face.
The secretary withdrew, and the next moment Matt entered and stood before the two men, cap in hand.
"You sent for me, sir?" he asked.
This was not the first time Governor Gaynor had seen Motor Matt, but never before had he marked the sturdy bearing and resourceful air of the lad as he did then. Somehow, his feeling of relief increased, and he sat down in the big chair before his desk.