"We'll see 't you have a chance," McPhall and McIlvaine assured Mrs. Sanford.
She went in and closed the door.
"Now git!" said Andrew, coming down the steps. The crowd scattered with laughing taunts. He turned, and entered the house. The rest drifted off down the street through the soft flurries of snow, and in a few moments the street assumed its usual appearance.
The failure of the bank and the raid on the banker had passed into history.
[V]
In the light of the days of calm afterthought which followed, this attempt upon the peace of the Sanford home grew more monstrous, and helped largely to mitigate the feeling against the banker. Besides, he had not run away; that was a strong point in his favor.
"Don't that show," argued Vance, in the post-office—"don't that show he didn't intend to steal? An' don't it show he's goin' to try to make things square?"
"I guess we might as well think that as anything."
"I claim the boys has a right t' take sumpthin' out o' his hide," Bent Wilson stubbornly insisted.