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Show 39 Then he shook his head and followed them toward the side of the building. Triumphantly the boys pointed to the broken window and the glass scattered over the lawn. "Holy Toledo, you're right!" the deputy shouted, sprinting toward the police car. The boys followed along and listened as he reported to the dispatcher. In all likelihood, Jericho's precious gold bar-almost all the money the town owned-had been stolen. So excited he was almost screaming, Horace asked the dispatcher to have the state police set up road blocks on the highway. After he slammed the microphone down, the officer paced back and forth, talking more to himself than the boys. "I always knew there was something phoney about those guys. The way they waltzed in here and took over guardin' that gold!" "Can you catch them?" Josh asked. Horace stopped pacing and gave an emphatic nod. "Oh, we'll catch 'em, all right. Don't worry about that. There's only two roads out of here, so I'd say we got those phonies bottled up good. The highway patrol is probably already settin' up their road blocks." From a side street came the lonely wail of an approaching siren. Horace looked relieved. His partner, in the tbwn's only other police vehicle, had been rousted from bed by the dispatcher and was coming to his aid. Josh stared nervously at the sound. "Well, we better go now. We're headed camping." He edged away from the car and Cap joined him. Horace narrowed his eyes at them. "Funny time to be goin1 camping." His gaze went from the boys to the dog to the boys again. |