After a consultation with Banker Brown, on coming to Powder Pocket, this Card-Sharp Cale had deposited fifty thousand dollars in Brown's bank, subject to order.
It had been no uncommon thing for checks of from five to twenty thousand to be presented there of a morning, but the deposits, as a rule, had been greater than the withdrawals, and so, at the time of the robbery, Card-Sharp Cale had about a hundred thousand dollars on deposit.
On the morning after the robbery he dropped in at the bank.
"How is your concern after your loss?" he made inquiry, when greetings had been exchanged.
"It is all right," was the answer. "I have plenty of funds on hand yet that the devils did not find. They took only what was in sight."
"I understand they demanded a certain sum."
"Yes, so they did. They thought that was my pile. That, by the way, was the capital I started with, and they must have heard of it in some manner. But I have doubled it since, to say nothing of your big deposit, and others."
"Then you are ready to meet big checks?"
"Yes, we are all right."
"Because, as I was going to say, luck went against me last night and my bank went broke."