CHAPTER XII
THE BANK OF SILVER BOW IS ROBBED
"It must have rained here since we left," observed Toady, as they drew near the town.
"Why?" asked Irene curiously.
"'Cause there's a puddle of water in that hollow rock and unless it had rained, how would it get there?"
"By Jove, the lad is right," muttered Decker Simmons to himself. "Queer we didn't get any at the canyon, though. Wonder what's the trouble ahead. Town seems excited. Do you suppose the new postmaster has embezzled his funds already?"
"Uncle Decker," Tabitha's voice interrupted his meditations.
"Yes?"
"Something must have happened in town while we were gone."