"No," said Keith; "I have not come to draw out any money. I have come to make a deposit."
The teller was so much astonished that he simply ejaculated:
"Sir--?"
"I wish to make a deposit," said Keith, raising his voice a little, and speaking with great distinctness.
His voice had the quality of carrying, and a silence settled on the crowd,--one of those silences that sometimes fall, even on a mob, when the wholly unexpected happens,--so that every word that was spoken was heard distinctly.
"Ah--we are not taking deposits to-day," said the astonished teller, doubtfully.
Keith smiled.
"Well, I suppose there is no objection to doing so? I have an account in this bank, and I wish to add to it. I am not afraid of it."
The teller gazed at him in blank amazement; he evidently thought that Keith was a little mad. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but said nothing from sheer astonishment.
"I have confidence enough in this bank," pursued Keith, "to put my money here, and here I propose to put it, and I am not the only one; there will be others here in a little while."