Matt nodded, and just then the doctor came in with a roughly dressed individual whom he introduced as a deputy sheriff.
[CHAPTER V.]
MATT GETS A JOB.
"What's the trouble here?" asked the deputy sheriff. "I hear that Matt King and the Dutchman brought you to town in an automobile, Mr. Tomlinson, and that you have been robbed."
"Not robbed," replied Tomlinson. "I was shot at, and wounded slightly, but the car was too fast for the thieves and I got away."
"Where 'bouts was this?"
"About twenty miles west of Ash Fork. I don't think it would do you any good to go after the rascals, though."
"I reckon not. They're prob'ly a good long ways from where they tried to hold you up. You wasn't hurt very bad, eh?"
"It wasn't serious at all. I feel pretty weak, but I'll soon get over that. It's necessary for me to go on to Flagstaff to-night, or early to-morrow morning."