The lawless pair posted themselves near the road, yet in concealment, and waited impatiently for the return of Andy from the Cranston Bank.
CHAPTER XX.
PERKINS, THE DETECTIVE.
After parting with his troublesome traveling companion, Andy lost no time in continuing on his way to the Cranston Bank, where he had the satisfaction of depositing the four hundred and fifty dollars which had been intrusted to him.
“I am glad to get rid of the money,” said Andy, breathing a deep sigh of relief as he received back the bank-book.
“People are not usually glad to get rid of money,” said the receiving teller.
“There is too much responsibility about it,” said Andy. “Twice I have had a narrow escape from robbery.”
“Were you the boy that proved more than a match for a burglar, Saturday night?” asked the teller, with interest.
“Have you heard of it, then?” asked Andy, in surprise.
“Oh, yes! Such news travels fast. We have every reason for informing ourselves of the movements of lawbreakers and burglars. You are a plucky boy.”