Unlike our hero, he was perfectly willing to tell the story over and over as many times as he could obtain a fresh auditor.
On Monday morning, Andy’s guard was over; but there was still a service which the old ladies desired of him.
The money was to be deposited in the Cranston Bank, located six miles away. There was no railroad connecting the two places, and the road was a lonely one, extending part of the way through the woods.
On previous occasions, the ladies had themselves gone to the bank, when they had occasion to deposit money, but the recent attempt at burglary had so terrified them that they felt afraid to venture.
In their emergency, they thought of Andy, and asked him if he would be willing to drive over and carry the money with him.
“Oh, yes!” answered Andy, who was fond of driving. “I couldn’t go till I had attended to my duties at the academy, but I should be through by nine o’clock.”
“That would be early enough. But you would lose school.”
“Only for half a day, and Dr. Euclid would excuse me.”
So it was arranged that Andy was to carry the five hundred dollars to the Cranston Bank.