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Updated: June 29, 2025
Ted had been angry at discovering the escape of Farley, for he had conceived a plan to use him against Creviss. He had risen early, and when he found that all the boys were in bed except Carl, he immediately suspected the truth. But Carl's despairing manner turned him from anger. "Never mind, Carl," he said. "It was my fault for putting you on watch. You were not cut out for a watchman.
It was Stella's voice, and she was standing at his elbow. "Who?" he asked. "Wiley Creviss." "Is that so? I have been watching for him to come along. A lot of his fellows are here, and they are sticking pretty well together. Where did you see him?" "I told Ben I'd take in his show even if no one else did, and I've kept my promise.
At breakfast they discussed the robbery after their guests had left the house. "I don't understand what became of the money," said Ted. "It looks to me like one of those mysterious robberies, and the capture of Farley puts it up to the Riley and Creviss gang.
"You remember I looked at the watermark on that first warning we received from these terrible demons. Well, this screed has the same mark 'Griffin Bond. When I was in town to-day I went into the bank. Old man Creviss was behind the counter, and that precious son of his was beside him. I had a check cashed, and Mr. Creviss asked me why we didn't keep our bank account there.
But when, a few minutes later, he went to get out the currency, it was all gone. He hadn't counted up when I left there, so no one knows the exact amount, but it was large." The excitement incident to the mysterious robbery of the Creviss bank was intense. How had it been done? This was the question that every one was asking his neighbor. But none could answer it.
Around the entrance to the hall was a crowd of young town fellows led by a youth named Wiley Creviss, the son of the local banker, a dissipated and reckless young man, and a crowd of cow-punchers. They were shoving some one here and there, making a punching bag of him, at the same time laughing uproariously. Just then Ted saw the head of Jack Slate in the mix-up.
He finally found the fellow who had been holding his saddle, although he had left his stand and was found back behind the crowd talking to a gang of young fellows, among whom Ted recognized several of Creviss' companions. This delayed and angered him, and he called the saddle bearer down for deserting his post, and was answered with sneers and laughter.
"See here, you town rough, you better take in your slack and clear out for home, or you'll begin to taste the sorrows that come from inexperience and bad judgment," said Billy Sudden to Creviss. "It's up to you to mind your own business," snarled Creviss. "What are you but a lot of greasy cow-punchers. We haven't much use for your sort in this town, anyway."
The balance of you catch Creviss and the rest of them. I'm going with Riley."
"Finish him!" shouted the cow-punchers, who stood about the fighters in a circle. "Go to him," said Ted, in a low voice. "I saw him signal his pal to tackle you from behind." Creviss had partially recovered from the blow and was getting ready for another rush, when Jack slipped in and to one side and hit like a blacksmith at the anvil. This time Creviss went down and out.
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