The savings bank was in the next town.
“Take me with you, Mr. Winter,” suggested Ben. “I guess you and I will be more than a match for the robber.”
“I don’t know but I will, Ben,” said Jacob, relieved at the suggestion. “Of course you are only a boy, but——”
“I can hold the horse while you are fighting the robber,” put in Ben, his eyes twinkling with suppressed fun.
“That’s so,” said Jacob, coughing, but he looked a little alarmed at the suggestion.
“Shall I take the gun with me?”
“Well, perhaps you may as well. What will you carry the gold in?”
“There’s an empty butter keg in the shed,” said Mrs. Winter.
“We’ll put the money in that, and people will think it’s a keg of butter,” remarked Ben.
“That’s a good plan. Be sure to load the gun before you set out.”