CHAPTER II.
THE RED FLIER GETS A LOAD.
Motor Matt didn't know what to think. The queerest lot of peoplehe ever saw were dropping out of the trees and hurrying toward theautomobile.
First, there was a young woman of seventeen or eighteen, wearing adust-coat and gauntlets. There was a look of intense relief on herpretty face.
Following her came a tall, slimly built man, whose clothes suggestedthe ruffian, but whose face was anything but vicious. He carried ablacksnake whip.
A boy trailed after the man. He wasn't a handsome boy, by any means,but his eyes were bright and sharp and he had a clever look.
From the other way along the road came an old darky in tattered, soggyclothes. A young negro girl hurried along beside him.
"Well," breathed Motor Matt, "if this ain't a brain-twister I don'twant a cent. Who are they, Carl? One of them seems to know you."
"Sure I knows him," spoke up the boy. "Got wise t' Carl Pretzel inDenver. 'Pretzel an' Pringle, Musical Marvels.' W'ere's Pringle, Dutch?"
"Don't say someding aboudt him," answered Carl. "I haf scratched himoff my visiding-list, yah, you bed you. Pringle iss some pad eggs, undve don'd ged along mit each odder. Matt, dis vas Liddle Efa, who blaysmit a Ungle Dom's Capin Gompany. Ven he geds his leedle curly-viggieson, he looks fine--schust like some girls, yes. Who iss der odderpeobles, Efa?"
"Dis is me fader, Dutch," answered the boy; "he's de guy wot licksUncle Tom in de show. De loidy is Eliza, an' say, she's got 'em allskinned w'en it comes t' jumpin' acrost de river on cakes of ice. Dat'sUncle Tom, scramblin' into de auto wit'out waitin' f'r an invite, an'de goil is Topsy."
"Young man," said Legree, stepping forward and addressing Motor Matt,"we're what's left of Brisco's Uncle Tom's Cabin Company. Brisco tookall the funds and left us in the lurch at Brockville, the station westof Ash Fork. The constable took our tent, and properties, and even thebloodhounds. We were left with the clothes we stood in, and that'sall. Marks, and St. Clair, and the rest, made a raise and rode back toDenver in the train. They didn't have enough to help us out, and sowe've started to walk as far as Flagstaff. When we get there, we'regoing to get up some sort of an entertainment and see if we can't pulldown enough hard cash to see us through to Denver. Brisco owes all ofus money. Barrin' the kid, here, he beat each one of us out of more'n ahundred dollars. But we're goin' to get him; you see if we don't."
A grim look came to Legree's face.
"Veil," said Carl, "be jeerful und don'd vorry. I haf der same kindtoof pad luck, den I met oop mit Modor Matt und der luck dook a shange.Meppy yours vill dake a shange, too."
"We're going to Albuquerque," spoke up Matt, "and if you don't mindbeing crowded we can give you a lift as far as Flagstaff."
A long breath of satisfaction broke from Uncle Tom.
"Dat's fine," said he. "Dis niggah am sholy tuckered. Why doan' yo'-allgit intuh de wagon? Dat beah am li'ble tuh come snoopin' an' pesterin'back."
"Pear?" cried Carl. "Vat you say, huh? Iss dere a pear aroundt here?"
"Dat's no dream, Dutch," answered the boy. "Wot did yous t'ink it waschased us up dem trees?"
"Everythin's been goin' wrong with us ever since we hit Brockville,"said Legree. "A lot more'll happen, too, but I reckon we're done withthe bear. This machine scared the brute away. How'll you have us in thecar, Motor Matt?"
"Little Eva, as you call him," said Matt, laughing a little as helooked at the boy, "had better get in front here with Carl. That willleave four of you for the tonneau. It won't be long until we get toFairview, and we'll stop there for dinner."
"Um-yum," said Topsy; "golly, but dat sounds good! Dinnah! Heah dat,Unc' Tawn?"
Uncle Tom smacked his lips and rolled up the whites of his eyes.
"Doan' say a wo'd, chile," he cautioned. "Dis seems jess lak er dream,dis ride in de debble-wagon, de dinnah, en all. Yo' speak too loud,Ah's fearin' Ah's done gwine tuh woke up."
With his load of stranded actors aboard, all rejoicing in the goodluck that had brought Matt and Carl along with the automobile at thatparticular time, the young motorist cranked up, threw in the clutch andstarted. Hardly were they under good headway when a sharp cry came fromEliza.
"Stop! The box! I dropped it when I got up into that tree."
Matt stopped the Red Flier.
"Pox?" cried Carl; "vat iss dot?"
"Dat's whut got me into de ruvver," said Uncle Tom. "Ah 'lows dat boxis er heap mo' trouble dan hit's worf."
"If we ever get hold of Brisco," returned Legree, "it'll be that boxthat does it for us. Wait here a minute, Motor Matt, and I'll go backand get it. I think I know right where it is."
Legree got out of the car, went back along the road, and vanished amongthe bushes.
"Is der money in der pox?" asked Carl.
"We don't know what's in it," answered Eliza.
"Dot's keveer. How vill dot pox helup you ged holt oof Prisco?"
"Brisco always kept it by him," went on Eliza, "so we know he thinksit's valuable. He told Legree, once, he wouldn't lose the box for tenthousand dollars."
"How did you come to get hold of it?" inquired Matt.
"That's the queer part of it. Brisco left the Brockville hotel duringthe night----"
"An' I picked it up by de door, next mornin'," chimed in the boy."Brisco must have dropped it when he made dat getaway. It was blackerdan a stack o' black cats, dat night, an' he wasn't able t' use hislamps."
"When Marks, and Harris, and St. Clair, and the rest of the companyleft Brockville," continued Eliza, "they told us to keep the box andnot give it up until Brisco paid over what he owed. We lost our wagesand everything else we had except the clothes on our backs."
"Dot's me," spoke up Carl; "I vas fixed der same vat you are. Den,pympy, Modor Matt come along mit himseluf, shpoke some jeerful vortsmit me, dook me for a bard, und luck made a shange. Meppy dot iss howit vill be mit you."
"Seems lak he was a long time findin' dat dere box," said Uncle Tom."Ah's honin' fo' dat hotel in Fairview, an' fo' dat dinnah, an' fo' todry dese clothes. Mistah Legree is a monstus long time, an' no mistake."
"Stay here, all of you," said Matt, getting out of the car. "I'll goback and see if I can help find the box. If it's so important, it won'tdo to leave it behind."
"I'll go 'long wit' yous," chirped the boy.
Before he could get out of the car, the sharp, incisive note of arevolver echoed from the bushes at the trail-side, close to the placewhere Legree had vanished into them.
Eliza stifled a scream.
"Mah goodness!" fluttered Topsy. "Somebody's done gone tuh shootin'!"
"It wasn't dad, dat's a cinch!" cried the boy. "He didn't have no gun!"
"Stay there!" called Matt to the boy, as he whirled and hurried on."Stand ready to crank up the machine, Carl," he added, "in case wehave to start in a hurry." Matt had dropped into the troubles of theseforlorn "Uncle Tommers" with bewildering suddenness. He hadn't had theremotest notion that there was going to be any violence, or shooting,and the report of the revolver had sent a thrill of alarm through him.
Had Brisco been tracking the unfortunate actors, and had he attemptedto make way with the tin box just as Legree was about to secure it?
As Matt drew closer to the thicket, he heard sharp and angry voices.One voice he recognized as belonging to Legree, and the other struck astrangely familiar note in his ear. He had heard that voice somewherebefore--but where?
There were only two voices taking part in the talk, but the man whohad intercepted Legree was armed. Matt knew it would stand him in handto be cautious, so, instead of turning directly from the road into thebrush, he darted for the timber some distance beyond the scene of thealtercation. Then, making his way back warily, he pushed through thebushes.
He made very little noise--so little that his approach was not heardby either of the two men. Legree, however, was standing in such aposition that he could not help seeing Matt. He was facing the otherman, and the latter had his back
to the young motorist.
There was something familiar about that back, but even yet Matt couldnot recall who the man was.
The fellow was roughly dressed. In his right hand he was holding arevolver, pointing it squarely at Legree, and in his left hand he washolding a small tin box.
"If ye think ye can fool Hank Brisco," the man with the weapon wassaying, "ye're far wide o' yer trail. He's got a ottermobill, now, whatkin shoot through the kentry like a cannon-ball, an' I reckon thar'llbe some Cain raised on this part o' the range afore many moons. Youtake my advice an' hike out o' here without tryin' ter make Hank anytrouble, er----"
Just at that moment Motor Matt's opportunity came. Flinging himselfforward suddenly, he grabbed the revolver out of the ruffian's hand.
"Bully for you, Matt!" cried Legree.
The next instant Legree's blacksnake whip had curled itself about theruffian's left wrist, girdling the skin like a loop of fire.
The man roared out an oath. The pain must have been intense, for hisfingers curled away from the box and he caught his wrist with his otherhand.
Matt stared. When the ruffian had turned and rushed into the woods,cursing and vowing vengeance, Matt continued to stare.
"Ever seen that man before, Matt?" asked Legree, surprised at the boy'smanner.
"I should say so!" exclaimed Matt. "Let's get back to the car. You'vegot back the box, but we haven't seen the last of this--not by a longshot."