"Where's Haidee?" asked Matt.
"Oh, bother the girl!" cried McGlory savagely.
Matt turned on him with a surprised look.
"What's the matter with you, pard?" he asked.
"Well, it's apples to ashes that I was never so badly shaken up in my life before as I am this minute. Sufferin' Judas! Say, I'd never have believed it."
The crowd was dense. Some of the people were moving off toward the city, some were making for the side-show, and others were trying to get close to the king of the motor boys. Matt, having just finished a sensational flight, was an object of curiosity and admiration.
Neither he nor McGlory paid any attention to the demonstration around them, but moved briskly onward toward the calliope tent.
"I can't rise to you, Joe," said the puzzled Matt. "What's on your mind?"
"Something more'n my hat, and you can bet your moccasins on that."
"Where did Haidee go?"