"You're the most economical chap I ever heard of, Matt," said Lorry jestingly, "especially when you're using another fellow's money."
"Sufferin' bankrolls!" mourned McGlory, "I wish some one would be kind enough to ask me to spend his money."
"Dad told me, when we began fixing up the Sprite," went on Lorry, "that he wanted me to be sure and let Motor Matt have free play, no matter what it cost. That's the way the governor feels. There has been a big change in him, Matt, and you're the cause of it."
"That's all the more reason, George," answered Matt, "why I should not abuse his confidence."
"I guess dad knows that, and that it has a lot to do with the way you stack up in his estimation. He'd trust you with a million."
"I'm glad he feels that way. There isn't any sign of a storm, Joe," Matt added to the cowboy, "but we must keep up our guard duty just the same."
"Keno! We're not going to let Merton and his outfit catch us napping, if that's their plan. I'll stand guard to-night."
"I'll divide the duty with you, Joe," put in Lorry. "I'll take the first watch, and will call you at midnight."
"That hits me plumb. I can snooze in good shape for half the night. We'll let Matt put in full time—he needs it."
"Matt ought not to do a thing between now and Tuesday but rest," asserted George. "He's got to be fit as a fiddle for that race."