It was half-past ten that night before the Phœnix delegation arrived in Prescott.
McKibben and Leffingwell came, and Clip, and Chub, and Welcome Perkins, and—last but not least—Susie. Susie was going to take care of Matt until he was well enough to dispense with a nurse.
It is useless to dwell on the meeting of these friends with Matt. Clip's dark eyes expressed his feelings, and henceforth only death could wipe out the close friendship born of recent exciting events.
In a week, so well was Matt looked after, that he was up and around—not quite as full of ginger as ever, but rapidly getting back into his old form.
He had more money in the bank, too—even after Short had corralled the $500—than he had before Clipperton had got into difficulties. Some of Dangerfield's gold came to him—Matt would only take enough to offset Short's fee and other expenses—and there was a "rake-off" from the $2,000 Burke received for the capture of Tolliver and his partner.
Motor Matt, when he went back to Phœnix, found himself more popular than ever. He had lost the game little Comet, but it was only a start for higher things in the motor line. Just what these things were, and the fame and fortune they brought to Motor Matt will be touched upon in the next story.
THE END.
THE NEXT NUMBER (5) WILL CONTAIN
MOTOR MATT'S MYSTERY
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