The figure gave a startled jump.
"Chee!" it cried. "Say, who's dat?"
Matt's pulses quickened, and a glow of hope ran through him.
"Hello, kid!" he shouted. "What're you doing here?"
"I'm a jay if it ain't Motor Matt!" came delightedly from the boy as he dashed forward. "How's dis f'r a come-off? Say, it sure knocks de wind out o' me! Where'd yous come from, yerself? Was yous on dat automobile wid Brisco an' Spang?"
By then the boy was close enough to grab Matt's hand and give it a shake.
"Yes," answered Matt; "I was on the car with them and they let me out and turned back."
"How'd de mutts come t' git yous on de mat, hey?"
Matt explained how he had been spirited away.
"Well, on de level," breathed the boy, "dat's de rummest move I ever connected wit'. Raw? Oh, sister!"