[CHAPTER IX.]
BETWEEN THE EYES.
The wagon road which the boys were following led them into Catskill near the railroad station. The motorcycle tracks, after holding a straight course toward town for a long time, had finally vanished at an elevated point from which the motor boys had secured their first view of the river.
"We might just as well call on the superintendent," suggested Matt, when they were close to the station, "and explain about the speeder. By doing this now, we may dodge trouble later."
"Good idea," assented McGlory.
They found the superintendent in his office, and he gave them an immediate hearing.
"We called to tell you about that speeder, Mr. Bronson," began Matt, having caught the super's name off the painted window in the door.
"You mean Mulvaney's speeder," returned Bronson, "the one that was stolen two days ago?"
"Yes. My name's King, Matt King, and I'm stopping at the——"