"Martin says you identified one of the men as the old sailor who wears a green patch over one of his eyes."
"Seen him as plain as I do you, this minute."
"What did the other thief look like?"
"Didn't have a chance to tell, the attack was that sudden an' unexpected."
"You are sure there were no more than two of the thieves?"
"I could take my solemn Alfred on that."
"All aboard!" called Martin, from the car. "I'm going to let you do the driving, Matt. You can forget more about automobiles than I ever knew."
Matt stepped to the side of the car and drew on a pair of gauntlets that lay in the driver's seat; then he climbed to his place, McGlory got in behind, and the car was backed around and glided out through the wide door of the garage.
With Martin indicating the way, the machine slipped rapidly out of Catskill and darted off on the Gardenville road.
"What sort of clue is taking us to Gardenville?" asked Martin, as they weaved in and out among the tree-covered hills, catching occasional glimpses of the sparkling waters of the Hudson.