“I don’t think so. And I don’t believe Mr. Robinson ever found that treasure after the robbery, either. There is some explanation to this whole affair that none has been able to fathom.”

“If I remember rightly, it was in this part of the country that Jackley worked.”

“That’s what Dad told us. He said it was along the right of way near the State road. Jackley was a section hand or signalman, or something.”

Both boys gazed down the two lines of railway tracks that gleamed in the sun. Far into the distance, the glittering bands of steel extended, vanishing into a common perspective.

The land along the right of way was thickly wooded. It was an attractive part of the country and here and there the wooded spaces were broken by green fields and meadows. The boys were at the top of a slope, and they had a view of a wide expanse of country below them.