"I'm glad to have you," was the smiling reply. "You'll save me from twisting my head off and doing all the work."
Matt, with his gray, earnest eyes and fine face, was a well-favored lad, and it is not to be wondered at if the girl was impressed.
"Are you a stranger in this part of the country?" the girl inquired, when they were once more in their seats and backing away in the direction of town.
"Yes," he replied. "Never been in these parts before."
"You were walking into town, you say?"
The girl eyed his neat, trim figure with a certain amount of surprise.
"I was," he answered, with a laugh, "but please don't think I'm a tramp. I've a draft for ten thousand dollars in my pocket—and tramps are not usually as well fixed as that. The fellow who roped me must have known about that ten thousand, and perhaps he was foolish enough to think that I had it in cash."
"Ten thousand dollars!" murmured the girl. "That's a lot of money."
Evidently it was not such a vast sum—to her. That swagger little car, as Matt figured it, was given to her for her very own, and she was wearing the latest thing in automobile coats, hats, and gauntlets. The dust coat had become parted at the throat and revealed a fraternity pin set with a big diamond.
"After I take your car to the garage," said Matt, "perhaps you could tell me where I can find Mr. Daniel Lorry?"