"Chee, Moses!" muttered Josh, awed by the abrupt termination of the chase. "Do yous t'ink dem guys is killed, Matt?"
"That's what we've got to find out," flung back Matt, hurrying to Brisco and kneeling down beside him.
Human enmity seemed a paltry thing to Matt as his hand went groping over Brisco's breast, feeling for the heart-beats. A thrill of satisfaction shot through him as he found that Brisco was alive.
Hurrying on to Spangler, he was immensely relieved to find that worthy sitting up in the road and drawing a hand over his dazed eyes.
"What—what happened?" faltered Spangler.
"Nothing to what's going to happen now, Spangler," answered Matt, and picked up the second and last revolver which the ruffian had had about him.
"There ought to be some ropes in the runabout, Josh," called Matt. "Go and get them."
[CHAPTER XV.]
MOTOR MATT'S TEN-STRIKE.