"Why not, sir?"
"You've a little trip to make with me yet."
"Trip?"
"Wait a moment, and you'll see."
Less than two minutes later Mr. Macey drove his car up in front of one of the banks and jumped out.
"Come on, boys," he cried. "I want to get that reward off my mind."
"You run in, Dick," proposed Dave, on the sidewalk. "I'll wait for you."
"You'll go with me," Prescott retorted, "or I won't stir inside."
So Darrin followed them into the bank.
"I'm so thankful to see you boys safely out of the scrape," declared Mr. Macey, inside, "that I'm going to pay the full reward to each of you."