"Jest for the sake of bein' sociable, an' gettin' at the nub of this thing," he remarked, "you might tell us who you are, young feller, an' what you happen to be doing in this part of the hills?"
"My name's King, Matt King——"
"Otherwise," cut in McGlory, "Motor Matt. Maybe you've heard of Motor Matt?"
"I have," said Banks; "he's been doing things around Catskill for the last few days."
The sheriff passed his shrewd eyes over the king of the motor boys as he balanced himself on the footboard. There was nothing in the lad's appearance to indicate that he was not telling the truth.
"I'm not doubting your word at all, young feller," remarked Banks, "but I'll feel a lot more like believing you if you tell me about this trap you're arrangin' to spring."
Matt told how McGlory had run away from the pocket, and how Grattan and Pardo had followed him. He finished by describing the manner in which Grattan and Pardo were to be lured into the vicinity of the blue automobile and captured.
"That sounds like a play of Motor Matt's, right enough," said Gridly.
"Anyhow, I don't think it'll work," announced Banks.
"Why not?" asked Matt.