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.
"We can't be wrong. I just know that's what Jackley meant. The old tower. It was the old water tower he meant all along. He didn't have time to explain."
The Hardy boys were tingling with excitement.
It seemed that they could never reach the water tower. They dashed along the cinder path with all the speed at their command, but the tower still seemed a long distance away.
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