“Sleep! Why, pard, I couldn’t sleep any more’n I could fly—or aviate, without anything to aviate with.”
“Well, I’m off for a nap by myself, then. Wake me, Joe, if anything happens.”
Matt threw himself down on the couch, and was asleep almost as soon as he had straightened out. It seemed to him that he had no more than closed his eyes before he felt a tug at his arm. He sat up quickly.
“What is it?” he whispered.
“Listen,” returned McGlory.
What Matt heard was the distinct throbbing of an automobile, dying swiftly into silence.
“They’re off,” said the cowboy.
“Did that machine leave the house?” Matt asked.
“Yes. Now, what are we going to do?”
“Try the window and the door again, Joe.”