“What do you mean?” demanded the boy, angrily.
“You helped them get away,” declared the constable. “The car was seen standing before the door of the bank after hours. They shut Mr. Baird into the strong room and he was almost smothered before the president came back and found him there.”
This garbled account of a very interesting happening was sufficient for the moment to explain his position to Dan. He knew now why the trio of men in the first maroon car had refused to halt when they had wrecked Maxey Solomons’ automobile.
“You’ve made a mistake, gentlemen,” said Dan, quietly. “I really wish you would put up that gun, Mr. Somes. You’ll do yourself, or me, an injury.”
“Yes, do put away the pistol, Josiah,” urged Mr. Baird.
“But this young villain——”
“Nonsense, Josiah!” exclaimed the cashier. “We know Dan is not mixed up in the robbery.”
“Then how came he by the car? A maroon car. This is it—I’m positive of it.”
“No it isn’t,” declared Dan.
“But, really, Dan,” said Mr. Baird, puzzled, “I saw the car stop at the bank door myself, and this one looks just like it.”