“Boy, I know Long Island pretty well.”
“That’s lucky.”
“Are you tough?”
“Well, I am not tender.”
“Then we can follow that buckboard afoot.”
“Good enough.”
The man Fellman was driven off at a pretty lively gait, but Ike and the detective kept along pretty well until they got beyond the hard roads of the village, when the detective said:
“Now we can take it easy. We can follow more leisurely—no trouble to follow the trail.”
There had been a shower and a wagon track through the deep sand could be easily identified, and besides a horse could not be driven at such a rattling gait as when on the hard road.
The detective and Ike were soon in the woods and dense brush, and it was a pretty hard walk through the sand, and occasionally the detective would ask: