As soon as he had disappeared, the boys opened the door and went out. They hurried across to the bank, and Leon, with a trembling hand, placed his book upon the glass shelf in front of the cashier's desk.
"How much do you want to-day, Leon?" asked that officer.
"I want all of it, sir," was the reply.
"All of it!" repeated the cashier.
The words were uttered in a tone of surprise, and Leon almost expected that the man would tell him he could not pay out so large a sum of money until he knew what it was to be used for; but he did nothing of the kind.
He knew that the boy had been allowed by his indulgent father to manage his bank account to suit himself, and he had no comments to make.
He consulted a huge ledger that lay on one of the desks, made some figures with a pencil in Leon's book, and then he came back and began counting out the money.
While he was thus engaged, the boys paced back and forth in front of the desk, and cast frequent and anxious glances toward the door, fearing that somebody might come in.
But luck was on their side, and their fears were not realized.
The cashier was a long time in counting out the money, but finally he completed his task, and handed out to Leon a pile of bills that made him and Frank open their eyes in the greatest amazement. It was so large that when Leon rolled it up he could hardly get it into his pocket.