"Wouldn't dat frost yous?" muttered Josh.
"And he said I was seventy-five miles from Fairview," went on Matt, "and that by the time I had walked to the town he would have finished his business there."
"Brisco has got anodder guess comin'. He ain't so warm. Dad can show him a t'ing 'r two, an' don't yous fergit dat. Chee! Dat guy's de limit. But wot's yer game, cull?"
"You say that both cars are in that 'well,' as you call it?"
"Dat's w'ere dey was w'en I started for here."
"Well, I'm going to get the Red Flier away from that outfit!"
Matt spoke as confidently as though he had merely remarked that he was going over to the hotel after his dinner.
"Say, cull," returned the boy, "I like yer nerve, all right, an' I marks yous up f'r de entry, but how yous goin' t' git under de wire? Dere's t'ree o' dem guys, an' dey've got a lot o' artillery. How we goin' t' git away wit' de car if dey don't want us to?"
"I don't know," replied Matt, "but we've got to do it somehow."
"Yous is a reg'lar lollypaloozer, Motor Matt, an' I'd back yous t' win any ole day, but dis looks like too big a load. But yous can count on me. Dad'll tell yous dat I'm big f'r me age an' no mutt in a getaway, so jest set yer pace an' I'll push on de reins."