Lantern in hand, Toby turned to him.
“It’s the hull of an old-time sailing brig!” he declared.
And with that he added a third mystery—or didn’t he?
CHAPTER X
A CHARM TO CLIP GHOST WINGS
Landing flares dropped by Garry were still burning as Don cut the ignition of the Dragonfly. From a house adjoining the field they were in, a farmer came running to the airplane.
“Where are we?” Don called eagerly.
“Is there a place near where they can take care of this pilot?” cried Garry. “He’s hurt—we don’t know how badly.”
The farmer came closer.
“Hurt, eh!” He attended to the more important question first. “I don’t know of any place for miles where you could take him. But I can telephone old Ti-O-Ga. He’s an Indian. Lives a few miles back from the Hudson. Everybody knows him. He’s a kind of ‘medicine man’ and he’s a wonder with broken bones.”
He turned, informing Don, over his shoulder, that the field was a few miles beyond Catskill, a town in the Hudson River valley.