Chapter 22: XXII

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…