“I would like to stay round the bank and be on the watch for these fellows.”
“Remain here and I will consult with the cashier.”
Five minutes later the president rejoined his visitor.
“I have no objection to securing your services,” he said, “if it can be done without exciting suspicion. In your present dress your mission would at once be guessed, and the outlaws would be on their guard. Have you any objection to changing your appearance?”
“Not a particle. All I want is to get a lick at them outlaws.”
“Then I think we shall have to make you a little less formidable. Have you any objections to becoming a Quaker?”
Luke Robbins laughed.
“What, one of those broad-brimmed fellows?” he said.
“Yes.”
“Will I look the part?”