"Say," he whispered to Dick, grabbing his arm, "is dat guy in your governor's bank?"
"Which man? What do you mean?"
"I mean dat one wid de black moustache, jest comin' down de steps. Is he in de bank?"
"Oh, that's Mr. Vanderhoof," replied Dick, recognizing the mining promoter.
"Mr. who?" asked Tim.
"Vanderhoof. Why, do you know him?"
"Not by dat name. But say, if he's got anyt'ing to do wit de bank it'll soon be on de blink."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean put out of business. On de blink, excuse my slang. But youse had better tell your governor to keep his peepers open."
"Why?" inquired Dick, a vague suspicion coming into his mind.