“Well, you’re mighty liable to be accommodated,” thought Bob, as a broad grin played over his face, despite the suffering he was enduring. “I’m goin’ to take a hand in this business myself, and I’ll try my best to help you fellers through with this job.”
“No, it can’t be done tonight,” said the old fence, gruffly; “but I’ll see what can be done tomorrow.”
“Fix it so he will never get back here to New York again,” said Mortimer, heartlessly.
“Of course; that’s the only thing to do.”
“Remember, there is no time to lose, for if we get tripped up here, the whole game will be up at the bank, and all our trouble will come to nothing.”
“I understand that; but you have said nothing about the outlook at the bank.”
“I have had no chance. Some one has been here all the evening.”
“You have the chance now.”
“So I have; but there is nothing to say yet. You don’t expect me to rob a bank in one day, do you?”
“No, of course not; but what are the chances for carrying out the scheme?”