"Give it here, Chub," returned Matt, and took the paper and thrust it into the breast of his leather coat.
"It's a location notice!" sang out Perry. "I heard McReady tell King it was. Better take it away from him."
"I know a trick wuth two o' that," laughed Jacks hoarsely. "Kin you ride one o' them new-fangled bicycles, Perry?"
"Yes," replied Perry.
"Then pick out the best 'un an' ride fer Phœnix with that notice o' mine."
Perry gave an exultant laugh and jumped for the Comet. Matt started forward.
"Keep away from that machine, Perry!" he cried.
"Draw a bead on him, Bisbee," said Jacks. "If he tries ter keep Perry from gittin' away, you know what ter do."
The gleaming weapon arose to a level with Bisbee's wicked little eyes, and Matt halted uncertainly. The pounding of the Comet's motor was already in his ears, and Perry was starting for the pack-trail.