"Hang his reasons!" scowled Chub. "Perry turned the letter over to Hawley and that's enough for me to know. I'll get a hustle on and hit only the high places between here and dad's new 'strike.'" Chub started for the door. "See you again, Clip," he added; "Matt'll tell you why I've got to tear away like this."
"Hold up a minute, Chub," called Matt.
"I've lost a good deal of time now, old chap," returned Chub, pausing at the door.
"Don't get a horse," went on Matt. "Borrow Penny's machine. You can get out there quicker with that."
"That's a prime idea!" declared Chub. "I'll get the location blanks and then go for the motor-cycle."
"When you get it, come back here, and I'll take the Comet and go with you."
"Why," cried Chub, "I thought you were going to point the Comet for Denver?"
"My friends seem to need me," said Matt quietly, "so I'll let Denver wait."
Chub ran back to grip Matt's hand and wring it warmly.
"Motor Matt's a chum worth having!" he cried enthusiastically. "With you alongside of me, and two good motor-cycles under us, we'll win out against Hawley and Perry with ground to spare. I'll be back with Penny's machine just as soon as I can get here, Matt!"