The girl suddenly whitened, a frightened look arose in her eyes, and she drew as far away from Matt as she could.
"What's the matter, Miss Lorry?" Matt asked.
"Are you—can it be that you are the young man called Motor Matt?"
"That's what I'm called. My real name is King, you know, Matt King, but I'm always doing something with motors and that's why they call me Motor Matt."
The girl was silent for a space. Her face continued white, and she seemed to be thinking deeply.
"I think, Motor Matt," she said finally, in a strained voice, "that you'd better get out of the car and let me run it back to Madison alone."
Matt was "stumped." For a moment, so great was his astonishment, he could not do a thing but stare.
"Why," he exclaimed, "I want to see your father; that's why I'm going into town this morning."
"I think it will be better for you if you don't see him."