Brothers -- Juvenile fiction; Hardy Boys (Fictitious characters) -- Juvenile fiction; Mystery and detective stories
One entire side of the tower top was searched without result. Then,
on the far side, they spied a number of boards piled up in a peculiar
manner. They did not look as though they had been flung there
carelessly or accidentally, but rather as though they had been placed
to hide something.
Like a terrier after a bone, Joe made for it. Frantically, he tore away
the boards.
There, in a neat little hiding place formed by the wood, lay a bag. It
was an ordinary gunny sack, but when Joe dragged it forth he knew at
once that their search had ended.
"We've found it!" he exulted.
"The Tower treasure!"
"This must be it."
Joe dragged the gunny sack out into the light beneath the trapdoor.
They did not even wait to go out on top of the water tower.
"Hurry!" exclaimed Frank, as with trembling fingers Joe began to open
the sack.
It was tied with a piece of twine, and Joe tugged at the stubborn
knots. At last, however, the twine fell away, and the bag sagged open.
Joe plunged his hand into the recesses of the sack and he first
withdrew an old-fashioned bracelet of precious stones.
"Jewelry!"
"How about the bonds?"
Again Joe groped into the sack. His fingers encountered a bulky
packet. He withdrew it and the packet proved to be comprised of long,
imposing-looking documents, held together by a rubber band. On the
surface of the outer document, when they held it up to the light, they
read the information that it was a negotiable bond for $5000 issued by
the City of Bayport.
"That settles it," said Frank. "We've found the treasure."
The boys looked at one another in triumph.
"Jackley wasn't lying after all. He _did_ hide the stuff in the
old tower. And Mr. Robinson wasn't in league with him and didn't find
it after it was hidden," ruminated Joe. "We can clear up the whole
affair now."
"Let's start, then!" Frank exclaimed. "No use sitting here all day
patting ourselves on the back. It's up to us to get right back to
Bayport and turn this treasure over to the Applegates."
Hastily, he scrambled up through the trap, and Joe passed the bag of
treasure up to him. Frank put the sack carefully to one side, then
helped his brother up to the top of the tower. After that he tied the
treasure sack to his belt, in order that he might have the full use of
his two hands in descending the precarious ladder.
They were so excited by their momentous discovery, by the knowledge
that all the days of fruitless search had now ended, that they
descended the ladder at break-neck speed. The last two rungs of
the ladder snapped under Frank's feet and the boys were obliged to
undertake a drop of six feet in order to reach the ground, but they
hardly noticed it. Scarcely had they picked themselves up than they
were off on a run for their motorcycles, parked far back on the
hillside.
"We've shown 'em, eh?" gasped Joe.
"I'll say we have! Oh boy, won't this surprise everybody?"
"_Now_ I'd like to see dad tell us we're not cut out to be
detectives!"
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