At Galena he was met by his father, who took a closed carriage to his hotel, conducting Darrell immediately to his own room, where he ordered lunch served for both.
"Do you know why I have sent for you?" Mr. Britton inquired, as soon as they were left alone together.
"I had no idea when I started," Darrell replied, "but on reading the morning paper, on my way over, I concluded you wanted me at that trial this afternoon."
"You are correct. Are you prepared to identify that face? Is your recollection of it as distinct as ever?"
"Yes; after reading of that bank robbery this morning, the whole affair in the car that night came back to me so vividly I could see the man's face as clearly as any face on the train with me."
"Good!" Mr. Britton ejaculated.
"Do you think there is any likelihood of an attempt to rescue him, as stated by the paper?" Darrell inquired, rather incredulously.
"If the leader of the band finds himself in need of help it will be forthcoming," Mr. Britton answered, with peculiar emphasis. "The citizens are expecting trouble and have sworn in about a dozen extra deputy sheriffs, myself among the number."
When lunch was over Mr. Britton ordered a carriage at once, and they proceeded to the court-room.