"I can't understand what keeps him that way, Josh," said Matt.
"Mebby he's badly shook up inside," answered the boy. "Wot he needs is a doctor."
"Well, he'll have one before long. Stay right beside him and watch him every minute. If he's playing possum with us, we want to make sure he don't gain anything by it."
"I'm right on de job," said Josh.
Matt climbed into his seat and started on the low gear. There was a creaking of the ropes as they took the pull, and the runabout started.
Everything worked smoothly, and Matt, with a load worth fifteen hundred dollars, set his face toward Fairview.
[CHAPTER XVI.]
MORE TROUBLE FOR THE "UNCLE TOMMERS."
The disappearance of Motor Matt and the Red Flier made Carl Pretzel not only bewildered but furiously angry. He was angry at Brisco and bewildered to account for the way he had pulled off his night raid.