“What in the world is Joe going into the country for?”
“That’s too many for me. All he told me to tell you was that it had something to do with the ‘Pauper’s Dream.’ He said you’d understand.”
This was startling news for Matt, inasmuch as it seemed to indicate that McGlory had encountered a snag of some kind in the matter of the mine.
“We’d better hurry,” urged the messenger, as Matt stood reflecting upon the odd twist the “Pauper’s Dream” matter was taking.
“All right,” said Motor Matt.
Accompanying the young fellow to the taxicab, Matt climbed inside and the messenger followed and closed the door. The driver, it appeared, already had his instructions, and the machine was off the moment the door had closed.
“My name is Granger, Motor Matt,” observed the messenger, “Harold Granger.”
“You don’t look much like a granger,” laughed Matt, taking in the messenger’s trim, up-to-date garments.
Harold Granger joined in the laugh.
“What’s in a name, anyhow?” he asked.