Part 35 (2/2)

”Yes,” said Travis, with unblus.h.i.+ng falsehood. ”I left it on my bureau a day or two since. I've missed one or two other little matters. Bridget don't look to me any too honest. Likely she's got 'em.”

”What are you goin' to do about it?” said d.i.c.k.

”I'll keep mum unless I lose something more, and then I'll kick up a row, and haul her over the coals. Have you missed anything?”

”No,” said Fosd.i.c.k, answering for himself, as he could do without violating the truth.

There was a gleam of satisfaction in the eyes of Travis, as he heard this.

”They haven't found it out yet,” he thought. ”I'll bag the money to-day, and then they may whistle for it.”

Having no further object to serve in accompanying the boys, he bade them good-morning, and turned down another street.

”He's mighty friendly all of a sudden,” said d.i.c.k.

”Yes,” said Fosd.i.c.k; ”it's very evident what it all means. He wants to find out whether you have discovered your loss or not.”

”But he didn't find out.”

”No; we've put him on the wrong track. He means to get his money to-day, no doubt.”

”My money,” suggested d.i.c.k.

”I accept the correction,” said Fosd.i.c.k.

”Of course, d.i.c.k, you'll be on hand as soon as the bank opens.”

”In course I shall. Jim Travis'll find he's walked into the wrong shop.”

”The bank opens at ten o'clock, you know.”

”I'll be there on time.”

The two boys separated.

”Good luck, d.i.c.k,” said Fosd.i.c.k, as he parted from him. ”It'll all come out right, I think.”

”I hope 'twill,” said d.i.c.k.

He had recovered from his temporary depression, and made up his mind that the money would be recovered. He had no idea of allowing himself to be outwitted by Jim Travis, and enjoyed already, in antic.i.p.ation, the pleasure of defeating his rascality.

It wanted two hours and a half yet to ten o'clock, and this time to d.i.c.k was too precious to be wasted. It was the time of his greatest harvest. He accordingly repaired to his usual place of business, succeeded in obtaining six customers, which yielded him sixty cents.

He then went to a restaurant, and got some breakfast. It was now half-past nine, and d.i.c.k, feeling that it wouldn't do to be late, left his box in charge of Johnny Nolan, and made his way to the bank.

The officers had not yet arrived, and d.i.c.k lingered on the outside, waiting till they should come. He was not without a little uneasiness, fearing that Travis might be as prompt as himself, and finding him there, might suspect something, and so escape the snare.

But, though looking cautiously up and down the street, he could discover no traces of the supposed thief. In due time ten o'clock struck, and immediately afterwards the doors of the bank were thrown open, and our hero entered.

As d.i.c.k had been in the habit of making a weekly visit for the last nine months, the cas.h.i.+er had come to know him by sight.

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