"Then we needn't worry. I have often seen the key left in the doors of the bookcase, and when we get ready to start, we'll have that gun out of there. All we've got to do is to watch our chance and slip into the library some night when the sitting room is empty. Where is your bank-book?"
"In mother's bureau."
"Have you got pluck enough to steal it out of there?"
"Yes, I have," answered Leon, with more spirit than his cousin had ever seen him exhibit before.
"Well, after you get it, will you go to the bank and draw your money?"
"Yes, I will. I'm not going to be deprived of all privileges and shut up as if I were a felon."
"That's the way to talk," said Frank, giving his cousin an approving slap on the back. "I was mistaken in you. You have some courage, after all."
Frank was satisfied now. If he could only keep his cousin in an angry mood, he was sure of money enough to defray his expenses to the plains. It was not so very difficult to do this, for events seemed to conspire to assist them.