"I'm a dead man!" he gasped, rolling over on the floor, the blood spurting from a cut on the side of his head.
CHAPTER IX.–The Doctor and the Young Banker.
When Fred saw the red stream spurt from the man's neck he sprang back and exclaimed:
"It was the glass!"
Bob ran out from another room. So did the clerk, and Mr. Allison came around from behind the cashier's desk. Others who heard the glass rattle down on the sidewalk ran in to see what had happened.
"The man is bleeding to death!" cried some one. "Send for a doctor!"
"Call an ambulance!" said somebody, and both were summoned.
But ere either could get there the man was dead. The broken glass had cut a jugular vein and his life ebbed away inside of three minutes. A policeman ran in when he saw the crowd before the bank.
"How did it happen?" he asked.