The teller went on to deliver the message given him. He scarcely fulfilled Penton's wishes in the delivery, however.
"I'm with you, Nelson," said Henty, very red in the face and ludicrously serious.
"You bet," said Filter, forgetting his ledger for the moment.
After locking up, that afternoon, Nelson went for a walk around the pond. He was sick at heart. He wondered what would happen under Penton's regime, he was certain something disastrous would. After supper he went to the post office, hoping to hear from home. He wanted to forget the bank and its worries for a while. Two letters were in the mail for him, one from Julia and the other from Lily. He dropped into the bank to read them and sat in the manager's office. A rap came to the office door.
"Come in," he cried. Mrs. Penton entered, wretched-looking.
"Oh, Mr. Nelson," she cried, softly, "I need your help."
He arose from his chair and stood gazing at her.
"He's drinking again," she said; and the tears flowed when Evan's interest was apparent.
"Where is he?"
"At the hotel," she sobbed.