"But I can't see the money—I can't count it," objected Ben.
"You can see the deposit record in a book. Even if that doesn't suit you as well, you can sleep comfortably, knowing that you are not liable to be attacked and murdered by burglars."
The old man vacillated, but finally yielded to the force of the doctor's reasoning. A day or two later he rode over to the neighboring town, and saw his precious gold deposited in the vaults of the bank. He heaved a sigh as it was locked up, but on the whole was tolerably reconciled to the step he had taken.
We are anticipating, however.
When the confusion incident to the arrest was over, Tony came forward.
"Mr. Hayden," he said, "you are so much better that I think you can spare me now."
"But," said the old man, startled at the boy's question, "suppose Rudolph comes back."
"I don't think he can. He will be put in prison."
"I suppose he will. What a bold, bad man."