CHAPTER L. — THE BANK DIRECTORS.
The bank doors were closed, and the bank directors were left to their own refections. Clark had been in through the day, and at the critical moment his feelings had overpowered him so much that he felt compelled to go over to the inn to get something to drink, wherewith he might refresh himself and keep up his spirits.
Potts and John remained in the bank parlor. The clerks had gone. Potts was in that state of dejection in which even liquor was not desirable. John showed his usual nonchalance.
“Well, Johnnie,” said Potts, after a long silence, “we’re used up!”
“The bank’s bursted, that’s a fact. You were a fool for fighting it out so long.”
“I might as well. I was responsible, at any rate.”
“You might have kept your gold.”
“Then my estate would have been good. Besides, I hoped to fight through this difficulty. In fact, I hadn’t any thing else to do.”