"My soul and body!" murmured the lightkeeper reverently. "A hundred and forty thousand? My! My!"
"The bank's closed——"
"Course it is this time in the morning. Them bank fellers don't work the morning tide—never."
"But there's a sign on the door. 'Tisn't going to be open. Our money's gone!"
"Say!" ejaculated Tobias, his brain beginning to function, "a hundred and forty thousand dollars oughtn't to break the Clinkerport Bank—nor yet Arad Thompson. We'll get our money——"
"'Tain't likely. Not all of it. We'll have to stand our sheer of the loss, Tobias. If 'twas burglary! Think of it!"
"Oh, sugar!" exclaimed her brother, seating her on a stool. "You needn't never mind about that. I'm thinking of it all right. I can't think of nothin' else. Who'd you say told ye?"
"Zeke."
"Cal'late it's pretty straight then. I give it as my opinion he ain't no false alarm. Well! Well!"
He started for the stairway.