Dick went out.
He could not understand his feelings, but it seemed as though he must have had some connection with the thoughts passing through that shrewd mind of Mr. Graylock while the other was standing there a full minute and looking directly at him.
Why should that be?
How could so humble a personage as the bank messenger boy have anything to do with the financial standing of a big merchant like Mr. Graylock?
Surely it was entirely out of the question that the former dislike which this man had entertained toward him could have any place in his thoughts now, if, as Dick imagined, he were wrestling with financial difficulties.
He had one more errand to attend to before returning to the bank.
It was the noon hour, and he expected to eat lunch before business picked up again.
In these country banks things are not run on the same rigid regulations as in great city institutions.
Sometimes for half an hour business is virtually suspended and all the employees may be found out at dinner save possibly a single exception, which may be one of the tellers, or on occasion the cashier himself.
As a rule depositors, aware of these conditions, do not come to transact any business between these hours, but if there should happen to be any especial need of money being paid out or taken in, the lone occupant of the desk attends to it.