[CHAPTER XV.]
WELL WON, KING!
The narrowing down of the contestants in the race had brought the interest of the onlookers to a focal point. The excitement everywhere was intense.
Carl Pretzel had not seen Motor Matt when he reached the track and took his place in the car, but, from a point in the grand stand he had recognized him when the car leaped away.
For a while the Dutch boy was dazed and dumfounded. Could he believe his eyes? Was that Motor Matt in the car, going over the course with Chub?
For almost an hour Carl kept his post in the grand stand, waiting for No. 13 to come around, so he could give closer attention to the driver and make sure it was Matt.
He made certain; there could be no doubting the evidence of his senses; Motor Matt was really driving the Jarrot car.
But where had he come from? And what was Sercomb doing in the race? Carl had been told that Sercomb was to be arrested and taken out of the contest, and he was wondering why this had not been done.