"You'd better rest up for three or four days, anyhow, Mr. Tomlinson," admonished the doctor.
"Haven't the time. As I told you, there's a friend waiting for me at Flagstaff." Tomlinson's tone was decided, and he turned to Matt. "So your name is King," he asked, "Matt King?"
"Yes," answered the young motorist.
"Are you the Motor Matt I've been hearing about, down Phœnix way?"
"I've been living in Phœnix for a while, and that's what they call me down there."
"What are you doing in Ash Fork?"
"Came here looking for a job."
"Good! I need a driver for my car, and will pay you one hundred dollars a month and expenses. Is it a go?"
Matt jumped at the chance. This was not the job he had been expecting to get, but it seemed fully as good as anything he could pick up in Ash Fork. Besides, there was a prospect of getting to Denver, and he had long had that city in his mind's eye.
"I'll take it," said Matt. "Where do we go after leaving Flagstaff?"