"Why?"
"Main street is full of people and the bank platform is black with them. Do you suppose there is another run on the bank, or can it have failed?"
"Why, so 'tis!" ejaculated the man, noting for the first time what Tabitha's keen eyes had seen,—that the greater crowd of the people were gathered in front of the Silver Bow Bank. "Wonder what's up."
"Hello, Simmons," called Dawley, the grocer, from his position in the doorway of his store. "You don't look as if you'd heard the news."
"No. Let's have it." The whole party halted and waited curiously.
"Bank robbed."
"You don't say so! When?"
"Saturday night."
"Get much?"
"Don't know yet, but reckon 'twas only a few hundred. Brinkley lost a lot of provisions, too, but fortunately his safe was empty."