Just then a man entered the bank, and presented a check.
“The very man!” said the receiving teller. “He will go with you.”
Andy looked at the newcomer, and was led to doubt whether such a man would be of much service to him. He was a short, slender man, of thirty-five, very quiet in his manner, with hair inclined to be red.
Andy knew many of the citizens of Cranston, but never remembered meeting with this man.
“Mr. Perkins,” said the paying teller, “you heard of the attempted burglary at Hamilton on Saturday night?”
“Yes; that is partly what I came to this neighborhood about,” answered Mr. Perkins, quietly.
“You see that boy?”
“Yes.”
“It is the boy who defended the house and foiled the burglar.”
Mr. Perkins dropped his air of quiet. His eyes and features betrayed a strong feeling of interest as he turned to Andy.