"Maybe Wood Hite was lying to save his life."
"No–I think not. His tones had a truthful ring."
Jack glanced across the street at the bank.
It was a a small brick building, with two iron-barred windows and a door flush with the street, through which he could see the entire interior.
There were half a dozen clerks busy inside behind a long desk, before which there was a wire netting that rose almost to the ceiling.
The first window nearest the door was that of the cashier, the next was that of the paying-teller, and the next the receiving-teller, after which followed the book-keepers and discount clerk.
All were busy at their various occupations, as it had been a rush day, in consequence of the large crowd.
Jack had seen every man, woman and child, who had gone in or come out since midday, and he had scanned every one who had passed by without detecting a bandit.
Yet his patience did not give out.
"Do you suppose our prisoner knows what method Jesse James will employ in his attempted raid?" he asked.