“HOW DID YOU DO IT, SMARTY?” SNAPPED THE SHORTER MAN.
The robbers turned upon Alex with furiously flashing eyes. “How did you do it, smarty?” snapped the shorter man.
Alex laughed, kicked one foot beneath the table, and the instrument responded with a click. “A little First of April trick. What do you think of it?”
Whatever the two renegades might have said through their gritting teeth, there was no doubt as to what the sheriff and the others thought. Nor the bank officials at Zeisler, when, a day later, there came to Alex a highly commendatory letter and a check for two hundred dollars.
But better even than this, in Alex’s estimation, a few mornings after the chief despatcher called him to the wire and announced his appointment as night operator at Foothills, a small town on the western division.