They joined the throng about the bank, but looked in vain to see some place where the side wall had been blown out with dynamite, or some other explosive.
“Guess it wasn’t much of a blow-up,” remarked Ned in somewhat disappointed tones.
“Oh, it’s all inside,” a man in the crowd informed them. “They nearly blew the doors off the big safe, but nothing shows from the outside. They got the money all right. Half the police in town are on the job now, but last night, when the explosion took place, not a soul heard it.”
“I wish we could get inside and see it,” murmured Bob “I’d like to take a picture.” But there seemed no chance of this, as the police were keeping the crowd back from the front of the building.
[CHAPTER XVII]
SEEKING CLEWS
“Come on, let’s go around this way,” proposed Ned in a low voice to his chums, as a little later, he pointed to a side alley that apparently led to the rear of the bank.
“Go ahead,” urged Bob, who had his small pocket camera ready. There were but few persons near the alley, and our chums were just entering it quietly, when a voice called out:
“Hey! Where you fellers goin’?”