“A thousand dollars.”
“I want that thousand dollars, and I want it bad.”
“I shall be very glad if you become entitled to it. Anyone who will rid the State of either of these notorious outlaws will richly deserve it.”
“That’s the business I came about. Now can I see the president, if that’s what you call him?”
“Wait a minute and I will find out.”
The teller went to an inner room and returned with a stout, gray-headed man of about fifty.
He looked curiously at Luke through the window. Then, as if reassured, he smiled.
“I understand you want to see me,” he said.
“Yes.”
“About the Fox brothers?”