The two villains sank out of sight beneath the window.
A slow step was heard outside as some one rounded the corner; then a pencil of light from a bull’s-eye lantern shot into the bank through the window.
The ray swept aimlessly around, vanished, and the steps were heard once more, dying away in the distance.
“It will be two hours before that cove comes around again,” muttered the man who had used the sandbag.
“In two hours, then, we have got to have this job over and be away from here,” returned the other. “Where’s Cricket?”
“On the watch halfway down the main street.”
“And Five Points?”
“He’s watching at the rear of the bank on the cross street.”
“Good! You know about the wires of that burglar alarm, Spark?”
“Sure.”