Matt's blood tingled with the joy of it all. He ceased to bother his brain with Bascomb and his affairs, wrapping himself completely in the noble work of the roadster.
It was not necessary to go through Phœnix to reach the McReady home. A cross-road from the Black Cañon road would place them in the thoroughfare that ran past the house.
Matt took the cross-road on two wheels, and, half a minute later, lurched into the main thoroughfare in the same way.
A horse and buggy were standing in front of the McReady gate. Matt slowed down so as not to frighten the horse.
"Why are you doing that?" asked Bascomb hoarsely.
Matt nodded toward the rig.
"We don't want to have a runaway," he answered.
"How much farther have we got to go?"
"That horse and buggy are in front of the house. They belong to the doctor."
"That means," faltered Bascomb, "that—that——"