“I may take you up, later on,” smiled the younger man. “I’ve taken such a notion to Tampa that I think I shall buy a place here, and spend a goodly part of my winters here.”
“In that case, if you’ll favor us with your account——” began Mr. Haight.
“That is exactly what I shall want to do,” the young man assured the bank president.
The money was brought, in hundred dollar bills, and Dixon tucked it away in his wallet. After handshakings all around, the two callers departed.
On coming out of the bank Oliver Dixon trod as though on air. He was beginning to feel the importance of a man who is “solid” at a bank.
Having turned back along the main thoroughfare, Halstead met the pair as they came out of the bank.
“You look rather aimless, Captain,” observed Tremaine, halting and smiling.
“I’m just strolling about taking in the sights of this quaint little old place,” replied Tom.
“And I’ve been making Dixon acquainted at the bank, so that he can cash his checks hereafter without difficulty,” replied Mr. Tremaine. “As I am in a position to know that the young man has a good deal of money about him, I think we ought to require him to lead us to the nearest ice cream place. Eh?”
“He’ll do it,” laughed Tom, easily, “if he’s as good natured as he is prosperous.”