The second door was treated in exactly the same manner as the first, and within an hour from the time the night watchman had left the bank to succor the distressed individual on the sidewalk the funds of the People’s National lay at the mercy of the “yeggmen.”
From his pockets Spark brought out a number of canvas bags.
While these bags were being filled a shout came from the rear of the bank, followed by two revolver shots—the two reports echoing out almost as one.
“The devil!” exclaimed Clancy.
“It’s Five Points,” breathed Spark, in a sharp undertone.
Both men hurried to the front door and stood there, revolvers in hand.
Quick steps were heard on the walk, and a face was pressed against the glass in the upper part of one of the doors.
“Cricket!” exclaimed Clancy, and hastily admitted the newcomer. “What is it?” he added.
“The outside watchman discovered Five Points, and they had a wrestle and an exchange of shots,” said Cricket.
“How’s the watchman?”