“What train do you take back to Wayneboro?” asked Eben, not without anxiety.
“We shall not go before four o'clock.”
“I may be on the train with you,” said Eben, “though possibly I shall get through in time to take an earlier one.”
“He is trying to deceive me,” thought Herbert.
“Good-morning,” he said, formally, and walked away.
“I wish I hadn't met him,” muttered Eben to himself. “He may give the old man a clew. However, I shall be safe out of the way before anything can be done.”
Herbert kept on his way, and found the bank without difficulty.
He entered and looked about him. Though unaccustomed to banks, he watched to see where others went to get checks cashed, and presented himself in turn.
“How will you have it?” asked the paying teller.
“Fives and tens, and a few small bills,” answered Herbert, promptly.