MOTOR MATT, KING OF THE WHEEL! There have been walkaways and walkaways, but never before such a walkaway as King had over O'Day, the crack cyclist from Prescott. For Matt all that had gone before seemed only to have paved the way for the best that was in him. He was "on his toes" every second, and left O'Day at the quarter; at the half O'Day was twice the length of his wheel behind and pedaling like mad; at the three-quarters O'Day was hopelessly in the rear and working his feet in a mechanical way, merely as a matter of duty. Matt crossed the tape a winner by fifteen feet and Prescott put its head in its hands and groaned. Phoenix swarmed down from the grand stand and tumbled over fences all around the oval. The Phoenix high-school boys charged down upon the victor, yanked him off his machine, took him on their shoulders and galloped up and down the track. "'Rah! 'rah! 'rah! Do or die! Phoenix! Phoenix! Phoenix High!" Prescott made up its mind it had better go home. The special train left at six, anyway, and the bicycle-race closed the list of events. Phoenix was a winner on points, although losing the one-mile sprint on account of the absence of Clipperton, one of the shorter dashes and the hammer-throw. Poor old Welcome, howling for joy, tried in vain to tear his way through the high-school crowd and get at Matt. Susie, her face glowing with happiness, watched the conquering hero as he was bounced and slammed about on the shoulders of Splinters and a few more of the seniors. The governor, forcing his way through the throng, reached up to grasp Matt's hand. "Well done!" cried the governor. "You're a marvel, King--not merely because you got the best of O'Day but on account of the way you got here from the Bluebell to do it." Matt flushed. His honors, falling thick upon him, were embarrassing, and he would rather have taken himself off to some quiet spot and clasped just a few friendly hands. "This is yours, King," called Major Woolford blithely, pointing to the _Comet_, now well groomed after her dusty trip, and sparkling like a brand-new dollar. "Will you ride it home or shall we send it?" "Send it, major!" cried Chub, "he's going home with us!" A little later Matt, finally tearing himself away from his adoring friends--and nearly every one seemed to be his friend now--got into a carryall with Chub, Susie and Welcome Perkins and was driven to the McReady home. While Susie was getting the meal ready, Matt sat in the place of honor and recounted all that had happened to him since he had left his friends on the preceding evening. Just as he finished, Tom Clipperton showed himself in the doorway. "Heard you were here, King," said he hesitatingly. "Penny and I rode in with a freighter. It was all over but the yelling by then. I'm mighty glad you won out." Clip would have turned away from the open door had Chub not jumped for him and dragged him inside.