CHAPTER XV.
AN EXCITING SCENE.
Hogan had not given it up as a bad job. Andy’s unexpected resistance only made him the more determined to effect his object. Besides the natural desire to obtain so large a booty, he thirsted for revenge upon Andy.
“The boy’s plucky!” he muttered, as he descended from the roof; “but I’ll be even with him yet.”
He had to descend cautiously, for the shingles were slippery, but he finally reached the lowest point and jumped down.
“If I could only find an ax or a hatchet,” he said to himself, “I would make short work of the window. I don’t believe the boy will dare to shoot.”
He searched for the articles he had named, but in vain.
“What can I take?” he thought, perplexed.
His eyes fell upon a thick club, not unlike a baseball bat, and this seemed to him suitable for his purpose. He took it and commenced reascending to the roof again. There was a fence, which helped him as a stepping-stone, otherwise he would have found it difficult to get a footing upon it. Meanwhile Andy had not been idle.
First of all, he saw that it was unsafe to have the money any longer in his custody. His assailant might be successful in the new attempt he would probably make, and he must not find the bank bills.