The motorcycle came to a stop.
"Are you flagging me?" asked the driver of the machine.
"Yes," said Matt hurriedly. "I want to overhaul the street car that just left here. There's a man aboard that we've got to catch. Will you let me take your motorcycle?"
"Well, I guess not!" was the reply. "The last time I loaned this machine I was two days getting it back into shape again."
"I'll give you twenty dollars for the use of it, young man," put in Burton eagerly.
"No inducement," was the answer.
"There's hard luck for you, Motor Matt," grunted Burton.
The young fellow had been on the point of starting away, but he suddenly paused and turned to Matt.
"Are you Matt King," he asked, "the fellow they call Motor Matt?"
"Yes," was the reply.