Motor Matt's Mystery; or, Foiling a Secret Plot
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CHAPTER X.
A SHIFT IN THE SITUATION.
Matt had never done any more rapid-fire thinking than he did then.While Carl and Spangler, carried away by the excitement of the chase,were yelping frantically and throwing themselves around in the tonneau,and while Hank was growling and threatening, Motor Matt was drivingmechanically and turning the situation over in his mind.
Pringle, Trymore, Hank, and Spangler were all concerned in the robberyof Tomlinson. Trymore, in some way yet to be explained, must have gothold of the pearls and have tried to get away with them and leave hispals in the lurch.
Hank, Spangler, and Pringle had been trying to get hold of Trymore, andhad felled the tree and laid that trap where the road wound around themountain. Pringle had been left with the horses while Hank and Spanglermade their attack on the car; by getting out, as he had done, Trymorehad checkmated his pals, had found Pringle and the horses, and the twohad made it up between them to hustle away with all the live stock andleave Hank and Spangler tied up with the automobile on the wrong sideof the tree.
All this, at least, represented Matt's quick guess at the situation,built upon certain things he knew and others which he took for granted.
Trymore and Pringle had about five minutes' start of the Red Flier;but the motor-car, under Matt's skilful control, was registering fiftymiles an hour by the speedometer on the dashboard. If Trymore andPringle kept to the road, they must surely be overtaken in short order.
Spangler was the first to sight the horsemen.
"Thar they are, by thunder!" he cried, in savage exultation, "we'regoin' a dozen feet to their one, an' we'll smash right inter 'em, inhalf a minit."
"We'll empty the saddles, that's what we'll do!" said Hank, through histeeth. "We'll teach that brace of come-ons to play lame duck with _us_!"
Out of the tails of his eyes Matt saw Hank draw a revolver; and overhis shoulder leaned Spangler with another weapon.
The young motorist, no matter how desperate the situation, did notintend to allow any successful shooting from the Red Flier. Quick as aflash, he steered the car over a roughened part of the road. During theshake-up that followed, the aim of the two ruffians was disconcerted,and their shots went wild.
Trymore and Pringle, goading their horses frantically, were doing theirutmost to get away from their vengeful comrades. They knew, however,that if they kept to the road it would be only a matter of secondsbefore they were overhauled. The whistle of the bullets impelled aquick change of tactics, and they turned from the trail and took to thetimber. By this move, they screened themselves from the weapons of thepursuers, but got into country where they would have to travel moreslowly.
In the haste with which this fresh maneuver was executed, the led horsegot away.
"Consarn 'em!" exclaimed Hank. "If they think they're going to get awayby pulling off such a game as that, they're going to get fooled. Stopthe car!" he added, to Matt.
Matt slowed down to a halt. Before the Red Flier had been brought toa standstill, Hank and Spangler were over the side, Hank catching theloose horse and spurring after the fugitives, and Spangler flounderingafter him on foot.
Presently, pursued and pursuers vanished, and Matt and Carl sat in thecar and wondered what was going to happen next.
"You bed my life," fumed Carl, "I hope dey ged Pringle."
The Dutch boy was so deeply concerned over Pringle that he had lostsight of the more important points of the situation.
"They're crooks, all four of them," said Matt. "They stole the pearlsfrom Tomlinson, in the first place, and now they're trying to beat eachother out of them."
"Und Domlinson don'd vas Domlinson afder all?" inquired Carl.
"The fellow who called himself Tomlinson is Denver Denny, _alias_ JamesTrymore. Didn't you hear what Hank and I said to each other, a fewminutes ago, Carl?"
"I don'd hear nodding but schust some yells made py dot odder feller.Vell, vell! Led's all dry und be jeerful. Der deputy sheriff hat dotnews aboudt Tenver Tenny in his bocket all der time, und he heluped dercrook across der shdreet, und made him comfordable py der hodel, unddit eferyt'ing he could for him! Ach, Drymore vas a shrewrd sgoundrel,I bed you."
"He's a bold one!" declared Matt.
"Vere iss der real Domlinson alretty? Und how dit Drymore ged deraudomopile?"
"That's what we've got to find out, Carl."
"It vas a pig orter."
"But we're going to fill it--and get back the pearls, too."
Carl shook his head.
"I like to t'ink dot, aber it don'd vas bossiple. How ve do anyt'ingven ve shday here mit der car? Drymore von't come pack."
"I think he will," said Matt confidently. "I'll bet something handsomethat Hank and Spangler make that mountain too hot to hold Trymore, andthat he comes rushing for the car. Trymore won't know that we've foundout who he is, and he'll try to keep on with the Tomlinson role. We'lllet him think we're fooled, then capture him and recover the pearls."
"Dot vas some pright itees," returned Carl admiringly, pulling down hisfiery vest and smoothing the wrinkles out of it, "aber my vone pitznessin life, schust now, iss to ketch Pringle und ged py Tenver. It seemslike ve vas gedding furder und furder avay from Tenver all der time.You t'ink ve pedder shday righdt here, Matt?"
"Trymore saw us here last," answered Matt, "so it will be here that hecomes to find us."
"Und oof ve can ged avay mit him und mit der bearls," said Carl, "vevill fool der odder roppers, aber I don'd ged no shance ad Pringle.'Wienerwurst!' He say it in der note. Pympy, vone oof dose tays, I makehim know vich iss der saussage. Yah, so!"
Matt had been listening for sounds of the flight and pursuit. They haddied out, shortly after the quartet of thieves had disappeared, butMatt was confident that he would hear them again.
The contour of the mountain was such, at that place, that it would beimpossible for Trymore and Pringle to cross to the other side. Theywould have to make along the slope, trusting to luck to dodge Hank andSpangler and get back to the trail. Unless they were captured, it was aforegone conclusion that Trymore and Pringle would try to reach the car.
Inasmuch as Hank was mounted, he would be able to press the fugitiveshard.
While the boys waited and watched, they heard the distant report of arevolver. The dull echoes, ringing through the woods, were taken up bya faint yell.
"Somepody vas shot!" cried Carl excitedly. "Oof it vas Pringle, I don'dged him; und oof id vas Drymore, ve don't ged der bearls."
"Listen!" said Matt. "Somebody is coming this way."
There was a crashing of brush up the slope, growing louder by swiftdegrees. Matt sprang out, cranked up the engine, and hurriedly got backinto the car.
"Vat now?" queried Carl.
"I'm going to turn around," said Matt, "and be ready to rush Trymoreback to Ash Fork. He's coming--I'm sure of it. That means that wecapture him and recover the pearls. A big day's work, Carl!"
"Meppy ve ged some rake-offs, den, hey?" returned Carl. "Ve don'd gotmooch luck so far, oudt oof dis shake-oop."
Matt, having turned the Red Flier, brought the machine to a halt andsprang out to be ready with the crank. If Trymore came, with Hank hotat his heels, not a second could be lost in getting away.
The scrambling noise was still coming down the mountainside, growinglouder and louder, but with no one breaking into view. As Matt stoodby the front of the machine, trying to follow the sound with his eyes,he saw a horseman appear in an opening among the timber. It was Hank.He slid across the open space like a streak, bound down the slope andevidently in pursuit of Trymore.
Just as Hank disappeared, a form tore through the bushes close to thetrailside and rushed for the car.
"Help!" cried the man. "Get me out of this or I'll be killed."
Poppety-pop! spluttered the engine, as Matt bent to the crank.
"Pringle!" shouted Carl; "oof it ain'd Pringle I vas a geezer! Oh, bejeerful, eferypody. Come, Pringle, come to me! I peen vaiding here, undsomepody else v
as vaiding pehindt, aber meppy you pedder dake shancesmit me."
A thrill of disappointment ran through Matt. He was expecting Trymorewith the pearls, and now to be forced to run away with Pringle lookedlike losing out on the whole proposition.
But there could be no lingering with the hope of ultimately securingTrymore. Hank and Spangler would be quick to understand thepossibilities of the car, in Trymore's case, and they might puncture atire, or do some other damage to eliminate the machine.
Pringle, caught between two fires, did not hesitate to take his chanceswith Carl. With a wild leap he slammed himself on the foot-board andagainst the tonneau. Carl had the door open, and laid hold of him anddragged him in.
Matt, smothering his disappointment, slid into his seat and started thecar.
At that moment, Hank plunged out of the timber.
"Here, you!" he yelled to Matt. "Wait! I want that fellow!"
"You can't have him," shouted Matt, and jumped to the high gear.
Then away they went, covering the back trail as rapidly as they hadgone over it the other way.