“You’re right there, squire.”
“Go to the last door and I will admit you.”
Luke Robbins did as directed, and soon found himself in the office of the president of the bank.
“You are anxious to secure the reward offered for the capture of these outlaws, I believe.”
“That’s straight.”
“Why do you come to me, then?”
“Because a man told me you expected a visit from them.”
“That is not quite exact. I don’t expect a visit, but I am afraid they may take it into their heads to call here.”
“Suppose they do.”
A shade of anxiety appeared upon the face of the president.