"I heard you, Matt," replied Gaines.
"Either obey the order or give up the wheel to Clackett."
Brought directly face to face with the issue, Gaines hesitated. The sharp eyes of the don noted the effect the masterful young motorist's words were having on Gaines.
"Don't you do it, Gaines," said the don coolly. "Think of the money you're to get. Motor Matt has not the courage——"
"Don't talk foolish!" growled Gaines. "Matt's got more pluck in a minute than any of the rest of us have in a year. I know him."
"He hasn't the courage to go to the Izaral," growled the don.
"He's only off'n his course a little about that," answered Gaines.
"Will you obey orders, Gaines, or leave your post?" asked Matt.
"He'll obey my orders," flashed the don, "and he'll stay right where he is and hold to his present course."
As the don spoke he pulled a hand from the breast of his coat. The hand gripped a revolver.