“It was not my idea, though,” said Andy, modestly. “It was Mr. Bean who recommended it.”
“The fellow must have been disappointed when he saw what he had captured,” suggested the paying teller.
“I suppose he was,” responded Andy, with a laugh, “but I didn’t wait to find out. I gave the horse the whip, and left the place as fast as he could carry me.”
“Are you not afraid the man may lie in wait for you on your way home?”
“I thought of that, but I have left the money here. It wouldn’t do him any good to take the bank-book.”
“That is true, but he may wish to be revenged upon you.”
“That is so, but there is no help for it. There is no other road to take, and I must chance it.”
Andy took the matter lightly, but it occurred to the bank officials that he stood in danger of being seriously injured.
“You ought not to go back alone,” said the paying teller.
“Where shall I find company.”