[CHAPTER II.
MATT KING’S RESOLVE.]
“That man was so mad he was locoed,” observed the cowboy.
“Certainly he was, Joe,” agreed Matt. “If he hadn’t been, he’d never have given away that machine. It’s a powerful car and worth twenty-five hundred of any man’s money.”
“Don’t tamper with it, Matt,” implored Billy. “When that fellow gets over his mad spell he’ll want the runabout back. Let him have it—and let him find it right where he left it.”
“If he hadn’t been worked up like he was,” said Matt, “he wouldn’t have given the car to me. I won’t take it, of course, but Joe and I will use it to take us to the Malvern Country Club, and then back to Manhattan. By to-morrow that fellow will be looking for me and wanting his car back.”
“You wouldn’t think of such a thing as wanting to bother with that runabout!” gasped Billy, from his seat in the touring car.
“Yes, I would,” answered Matt. “Why not?”
“The number—thirteen thirteen!”
“Bosh!”
“It’s a hoodoo car.”