"Was that draft paid?"
"No, sir; we were counting the money when"——
"Stop it!—return the draft to me."
The young man was confiding to his confrères his suspicions of a probable "run" on the bank as indicated by Mr. Dumphy's caution, when he was again summoned by Mr. Dumphy.
"Go to Mr. Poinsett's office and ask him to come here at once."
In a few moments the clerk returned out of breath.
"Mr. Poinsett left a quarter of an hour ago, sir, for San Antonio."
"San Antonio?"
"Yes, sir—they say there's bad news from the Mission."