"I reckon so, though there's no saying until we hear what has happened. But it looks like a bad case of sticking the place up and trying to murder the inmates. Hullo, there's Mr. Gale calling. He's got his buggy. There's a seat to spare if either of you like to go."
"You'd be of more use than I should, Harding," Wallace said.
"Yes, I'll go," the younger man replied.
Mrs. Eustace came running into the room, her arms full of bottles and bandages.
"I haven't stopped to sort them out—I'll take all I've got," she exclaimed breathlessly.
"I will put them in the buggy while you get a cloak. I am coming with you," Harding said, as he took the articles from her and carried them out to Gale's buggy, which was drawn up outside the bank.
"You had better bring them here; it's quieter and more roomy than any other place in the town," Wallace said to Brennan when they were alone.
"If they can stand the journey," Brennan said under his breath. "I've told Conlon to ride back and let us know; I'll have to stay here."
"Then I'll tell Harding."
He reached the front door as Harding was returning, after having packed the things Mrs. Eustace had given him in the buggy. At the same moment Mrs. Eustace tripped down the stairs and ran across the hall.