Motor Matt on the Wing; or, Flying for Fame and Fortune

by Stanley R. Matthews

  CHAPTER VI.

  A NEW VENTURE.

  "That old persimmon is about ripe enough to be picked," growledMcGlory, as he and Matt climbed the stairs on their way back to theirroom. "He's one of those cold game gents that gets quick and deadlyevery time a fellow looks at him cross-eyed. The next time he and Icome together there's going to be fireworks."

  "The chances are," said Matt, "we've seen the last of him. We'll closeup our business with Mrs. Traquair at three o'clock, and then we'llcatch the first train for Totten. That will finish our dealings withSiwash Charley, and with Murgatroyd, too, I hope. There's a lot of workahead of us during the next two weeks, and we'll----"

  Matt and McGlory were just turning from the hall into their room. Someone had arrived in the room during their absence. As fate would haveit, it was Ping.

  The Chinaman sat in a rocking-chair near the window. He was nervous anduncomfortable, not so much because of his recent experience with thebear, perhaps, as because he feared the sort of reception he was toreceive from Motor Matt.

  "Well, if it ain't Little Bright-eyes himself!" grinned McGlory."You're more kinds of a surprise party, Ping, than I know how todescribe. What did you set off that cannon cracker under the bear for?"

  "My no shootee fi'clackel," expostulated Ping. "Melican boy shootee.Beal make one piecee mistake--chasee Ping, no chasee Melican boy.Whoosh! No likee."

  "Where did you come from, Ping?" asked Matt.

  "Mad'son. My no workee fo' anybody but Motol Matt. Tlakee tlain, come'long."

  "You didn't intend to stay in Madison any of the time, did you?"

  Ping shook his head.

  "Why didn't you tell me you were not going to stay there?"

  "Plaps, my tellee, you no likee. My makee wait till come to Jimtown,then tellee. You no likee, no can send back."

  A crafty grin worked its way over Ping's yellow face.

  "You can't shake him, pard," laughed McGlory.

  "How did you know where we were coming?" asked Matt.

  "No savvy the pidgin. Come on same tlain."

  "Then you got here on the same train we did?"

  "Sure."

  "Where have you been keeping yourself?"

  "My stay by othel hotel. Bumby, thisee molnin', makee sneak fo'Gla'stone House. Watchee beal, then fi'clackel makee go bang. China boylun allee same Sam Hill. Teleglaph pole him heap slick. Makee climb,makee slide down, thlee time. Beal ketchee one shoe, ketchee othelshoe, mebbyso ketchee China boy neck, sendee top side, but fo' MotolMatt. Whoosh! You heap mad with Ping?"

  "What's the use of getting mad at you, Ping?" smiled Matt.

  The little Chinaman bounded joyfully out of his chair.

  "My workee for you some mo'?" he asked.

  "You seem bound to work for me, whether I've got anything for you todo, or not."

  "My no havee luck 'less my workee fo' you. Plenty queer pidgin. Onepiecee luck come plenty time when my stay 'lound Motol Matt; no getteeluck when my no stay. What you do now, huh?"

  "We're going to hit the clouds on two canvas wings, Ping," said McGlory.

  "No savvy," returned Ping.

  "Matt's going to fly. Savvy fly? All same bird," and the cowboy flappedthe edges of his coat, and lifted himself on one foot.

  "My no makee good bird," said Ping, the white running into the yellowof his face. "My makee fall, bleakee neck."

  "You'll wish you'd stayed in Madison, Ping, before you get through withthis bag of tricks," went on McGlory, winking at Matt. "We're going tolet you----"

  The cowboy was intending to have a little fun with Ping, but, at thatmoment, a boy from the office appeared in the doorway.

  "Mrs. Traquair is waiting for you down in the office, Motor Matt," heannounced.

  "It's three o'clock!" exclaimed Matt. "Get your two hundred and fifty,Joe, and come with me."

  "I've got it, pard, right in my jeans," answered McGlory.

  "You can stay here, Ping, till we come back," went on Matt to theChinaman.

  "Can do," chirped Ping.

  Thereupon Matt and McGlory went downstairs, and the king of the motorboys introduced his friend to Mrs. Traquair. The clerk directed themto a lawyer, and they were soon in the lawyer's office, stating theirbusiness.

  Mrs. Traquair had brought her husband's papers along with her, and alsoa duplicate of the mortgage on the Wells County homestead.

  The lawyer's name was Matthews, and he was no friend of Murgatroyd.

  "Murg's a skinner," observed Matthews, "everybody in these parts knowshim for that. I'll bet he's been planning all along to get his clutcheson this invention of your husband's, Mrs. Traquair. Motor Matt is doingthe handsome thing by you, I must say. He takes all the risk, spendsall his time and money, and then gets nothing if the try-out at FortTotten isn't a success. Just sit down, please. I'll not be more thanfive minutes drawing up a memorandum of agreement."

  When the paper had been drawn up, signed, and witnessed, and the moneyturned over, the only thing that remained was for Mrs. Traquair to givethe boys an order on Benner, the post trader at Fort Totten, for thea?roplane. This second paper having been written out and signed, andthe five hundred dollars turned over, Matt and McGlory found themselvesembarked on a new venture.

  It was different from anything Matt had yet undertaken. Driving adirigible balloon was utterly unlike manoeuvring an a?roplane. In a"dirigible" one had only to sit calmly in the driver's seat, keepthe motor going, and attend to the steering. In an a?roplane, on theother hand, there was a certain knack to be acquired. Air pressureunder the wings was never the same for two consecutive moments, and ifthe swiftly changing centre of air pressure was not met instantly byextending or contracting the wings, disaster would be sure to result.But Matt had studied the subject, felt sure that he could acquire thenecessary knack, and was determined to carry the venture through to asuccess.

  "You're a plucky young man," said Matthews to the king of the motorboys when the business had been finally wound up, "but I want to warnyou to look out for Murgatroyd. It does me good to hear how you sailedinto him, but that was something Murg will never forget. As matters arenow, you've beaten him, but he'll never let it rest at that. He'll moveheaven and earth to get even with you. Keep your eyes skinned, that'sall. You're engaged in a worthy work, and I believe you'll succeed,but you've got to be wary. I'm going with Mrs. Traquair to pay thisinterest. Murg won't attempt any bulldozing tactics while I'm around,you can depend on that."

  "You might see that he doesn't persecute Mrs. Traquair while we're atFort Totten, Mr. Matthews," said Matt. "If he gets his interest, hecan't make her any trouble, can he?"

  "He can't make her any more trouble until next year, when the interestand principal both become due. Long before that, I hope Mrs. Traquairwill be able to settle up with Murgatroyd in full. She can, too, ifyour work at Totten is successful."

  "How much do I owe you for drawing up these papers?" Matt asked.

  "Not a red!" was the prompt response. "Do you think I don't know whatyou are trying to do for Mrs. Traquair? And do you think I won't doas much as I can to help her? Why, I got Harry Traquair's patentsthrough for him, and I'm proud to say that he was my friend. He knewMurgatroyd was a skinner, just as well as I did, and at the time ofhis death he was exhausting every effort to fit himself for making a'go' of that deal at Totten. He was planning on using that money to gethimself out of Murgatroyd's strangling grip. It looks like a specialfavor of Providence, Motor Matt, that you happened along here just whenyou did."

  Reference to her husband brought tears into Mrs. Traquair's eyes.Stepping to Matt impulsively, she caught one of his hands.

  "I appreciate what you are doing, Motor Matt," said she in a low tone,"and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I know the risks you arerunning, but somehow I have the utmost confidence that you are going topass safely through them all, and please the officers at Fort Totten."

  Matt was touched by the poor woman's gratitude. He pressed her handcordially and reassuringly.r />
  "I've gone into this thing to succeed, Mrs. Traquair," he answered,"and you may count on me to do my best."

  "When do you go North?" asked the lawyer.

  "We can't go before morning. The afternoon passenger has left, andwe'll have to take the 'accommodation' at eight o'clock."

  "Well, good-by, and good luck. If I can ever do anything for you here,in a legal way, don't hesitate to call on me."

  Matthews gripped the young motorist's hand heartily, and the littleparty separated, the lawyer and Mrs. Traquair starting for Murgatroyd'soffice, while Matt and McGlory made their way back to the GladstoneHouse.

  "Little as I know about flyin'," remarked McGlory, "and scary as I amabout letting you go up in that a?roplane of Traquair's, just the sameI feel like patting myself on the back. It's a brand-new venture, pard,but it's a good one. There's something in it, you see, besides justhelping ourselves."

  "It's not going to be easy," remarked Matt.

  "That's you! Sure, it ain't going to be easy, hitting up a cloud trailand sliding around through the air in a machine that's----"

  "I don't mean that," interrupted Matt. "During the last hour or so I'vehad a hunch that Murgatroyd is going to get busy."

  "I'll take care of that old hardshell," declared the cowboy, withconfidence, "if you do the rest of the work with that sky-scraper.That's what I'm along for, savvy?"