"Very pleasant outlook," observed Grattan.
"Can you drive a motor car, Matt?" asked Gridly.
"Can he?" exploded McGlory. "Say, pard," he added, turning to Matt, "do you know a spark-plug from the carburetor?"
"No offense," proceeded Gridly hastily. "I was only going to ask Matt if he would bring our roadster along."
"Boggs and I will come in the roadster," said Matt. "You take the blue car to the farm, Joe."
"On the jump, pard!" came heartily from McGlory.
"You motor boys are a great team!" exclaimed Banks.
"They're hard to beat," put in Grattan. "If it hadn't been for them, I should have been in Paris about now, in very comfortable circumstances."
Matt waited for no more, but, accompanied by Boggs and Tige, hurried along the road to the place where Banks had left the roadster. Matt was cranking when McGlory whirled past on his way to the farm. Two minutes later the roadster was crowding the touring car hard, and Matt was honking for the cowboy to make better time.
"Everybody seems to be your friend, Motor Matt," said Boggs, "even that there thief."