“No accident would have happened to me, either, if he hadn’t hit me unawares,” protested young Mortimer, with a bit of sourness about his manner. “I allow I could get away with him in a fair fight.”
“Oh, no, you couldn’t, Mort; he is too much for you. I could see that in a minute, by the way he handled himself.”
Young Mortimer’s face flushed. He didn’t like the comparison.
“Well, he won’t bother me again very soon,” said he, vindictively.
“Didn’t they tumble to anything crooked at the bank?” asked Peter, after a few moments’ serious thought.
“No.”
“I don’t see why. The circumstances look suspicious.”
“Well, they didn’t suspect the truth.”
“You’re in luck, then, that is all I have to say.”
“I shall be, you mean, when we get him out of the way.”