"There's no mistake about it," said Matt. "We have captured the sailor, and he's at the farm of Mr. Boggs, here."
Matt drew to one side so the officers could see the farmer.
"Well, if it ain't Boggs!" exclaimed Banks, startled.
"Zeke Boggs an' his brindled bulldog!" added Gridly.
"What the young feller says is straight goods, Banks," declared the farmer. "The sailor with the patch over his eye is up to my place in the barn. Josi's watchin' 'im."
"What're you doin' here? That's what I want to know,' said Banks.
"Come out to help these young fellers spring a trap."
"What sort of a trap?"
"Why," put in Matt, "a trap to catch two pals of the sailor—one of them is the man who helped the sailor take this car from Martin's garage."
Banks helped himself to a chew of tobacco.