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Updated: June 7, 2025
"If you're able to walk, you'd better go over into the bank and take a look at what was in those sacks, Mr. Cashier." The examiner put a sardonic twist upon the appellation. "The sight may help your thoughts while you are running over the matter in your mind between now and to-morrow morning." Vaniman rose from the chair. He was flushed. "Mr. Starr, I protest against this attitude you're taking!
He advanced on Frank and his voice made harsh clamor in the little room. "You'd better not take on any more engagements for to-morrow, Vaniman. You'll be mighty busy with me, winding up our business together." "Very well, sir. And suppose we leave off all matters between us until then!" But Britt had started to run wild and was galloping under the whip of fury.
Now, Vaniman, how about this chloroform odor? Remember anything about an attempt to snuff you that way?" "No, sir!" "Why don't you wait until to-morrow and let Frank's mind clear up?" Vona pleaded. She had been standing with her arm about the young man's shoulders, insisting on holding her position even when Starr crowded close in making his survey of the cashier's cranium.
The question hinted that in the talk in Britt's office the president had refrained from mention of Barnes, the broker. Vaniman decided instantly to respect Britt's reticence; the president had shown much caution the night before, even in regard to Squire Hexter. "Oh, merely running around on a little business of my own, Mr. Starr."
But, as I have told you before, all family matters simply pass into one ear and out of the other." "I'm mighty grateful for the way you have treated us," said Vaniman. "The fact that we haven't done business as yet hasn't changed me never will change me. That mother of yours is so fine a woman that she deserves every favor that I can grant her, for her own sake.
Also, there was a bundle of clothing. Judging from the amount of food, it was rather evident that Mr. Wagg expected prison-bird Two-Seven-Nine to play chimney swallow for some little time! Wagg had made a quick job of locking in Vaniman. The guard tipped the upper edge of the shield inward till it rested against the chimney. He reached around the end of the boarding and snapped the padlock.
"And what that king pin, name o' Britt, is building that palace over there for is beyond my guess." "Expects to grab off the girl of the Vaniman case," said the aide, who had put himself in the way of hearing all the local gossip. Mr. Bangs lighted a fresh cigar. "Say, I'd like to find out whether this stir here is a go-upper proposition.
"Hope you're going to stay with us!" But there was no cordiality in that implied invitation; that there was malice which hoped to start something was promptly revealed. "In spite of what is reported about Tasp Britt firing you out of your job!" sneered the man. The morrow held no promise for Vaniman, no matter what the Squire had said in the way of reassurance.
The men who bellow at me through the wicket have considerable to say about our hoarding specie. It makes me uneasy to have that sort of gossip going the rounds." "We'll have the money out of here in a short time, Vaniman, as I have told you.
"It sure would!" agreed the convict, sententiously. Vaniman was promptly conscious that his innocent air had not been convincing. He became more fully aware of that fact when the tall man and the short man resumed guard duty that night, turn about. It was plain that they proposed to hang grimly to the token in their possession until the token could be cashed in for the coin.
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