"Be careful, Dave!" shouted his uncle after him. "Those robbers may be desperate characters."
"All right, Uncle Dunston, I'll watch out."
"If you chance to see a policeman, take him along. I'll come as soon as I can get some clothing on."
Tired though they were, the two boys ran all the distance to the jewelry works. When they got there they found everything as dark and as silent as before. They had met nobody.
"How are you going to get in?" asked Roger, as they came to a halt before the main door.
Dave tried the door, to find it locked. "Let us walk around. The thieves may be in hiding somewhere," he suggested.
They made the circuit of the works, once falling into a hole filled with snow. Nothing unusual met their eyes, and each gazed questioningly at the other.
"It can't be a joke, can it? " suggested Roger. "Nat Poole might"
"No, I'm sure it was no joke," broke in our hero. "Wait, I'll try that little side-door. I think that is the one the watchman generally uses."
He ran to the door in question and pushed upon it. It gave way, and with caution he entered the
