"Why not?" shouted Joe, springing to his feet. "Why couldn't it have been the old water tower? He used to work around here."
"He didn't say the old tower of Tower Mansion, after all. He just said 'the old tower!'"
"Frank, I believe we've stumbled on the clue!"
"It would be the natural thing for him to come to his old haunts after the robbery. And if he found he couldn't get away with the stuff he would hide it somewhere he knew. The old water tower! Why didn't we think of it before, Joe? Why, that must be the place!"
CHAPTER XXII
The Search
Lunch, motorcycles—everything else was forgotten!
With a wild yell of delight, Frank began to scurry down the embankment that flanked the right of way. At his heels ran Joe.
They raced down the grassy slope until they came to the wire fence. They scrambled over it, heedless of tearing their clothes. They dashed up on to the cinder path beside the rails.
"What if we're wrong, Frank?" panted Joe.