"Same here," went on Matt. "We've got to carry two quarts more of gasoline with us, and we'll pick it up at Brigham's."
Brigham's was a general store in the "Five Points," and on the boys' direct course to the Black Cañon road. The machines were soon hustling through Washington Street as fast as the speed regulations would allow.
"Going up Castle Creek Cañon?" asked Clip, while he and Matt were gliding along side by side.
"How'd you know that, Clip?" returned Matt.
"Then it's true," muttered Clip darkly. "By thunder!"
The quarter-blood's manner was full of mysterious foreboding.
"What's true?" came from Matt sharply.
"A red automobile stood in front of the capitol. Was there when I came up. A rough-looking fellow was in the driver's seat. Another tough-looking man ran out of the building and jumped into the red car. 'Motor Matt's carrying a message,' I heard the second man say to the driver. 'Castle Creek Cañon, Jem, on the high speed.' Trouble ahead, Matt," Clip added.
Matt was astounded.
"Was that all you heard, Clip?" he asked.