Phil Stark burst out into a loud guffaw as he uttered these words.
“Hush!” said Gibbon, timidly. “I thought I heard some one moving.”
“What a timid fool you are!” muttered Stark, contemptuously. “If I had no more pluck, I’d hire myself out to herd cows.”
“It’s a better business,” said Gibbon, bitterly.
“Well, well, each to his taste! If you lose your place as bookkeeper, you might offer your services to some farmer. As for me, the danger, though there isn’t much, is just enough to make it exciting.”
“I don’t care for any such excitement,” said Gibbon, dispiritedly. “Why couldn’t you have kept away and let me earn an honest living?”
“Because I must live as well as you, my dear friend. When this little affair is over, you will thank me for helping you to a good thing.”
Of course all this conversation did not take place within Carl’s hearing. While it was going on, the men had opened the office door and entered. Then, as Carl watched the window closely he saw a narrow gleam of light from a dark lantern illuminating the interior.
“Now they are at the safe,” thought Carl.
We, who are privileged, will enter the office and watch the proceedings.