“You bet he does,” avowed that gentleman, with emphasis.
[CHAPTER XV.
AT THE BANK.]
It was about two o’clock in the afternoon when a touring car drew up in front of the Merchants’ & Miners’ Bank. There were five passengers in the automobile—four besides the driver.
The driver was Sanders, and beside Sanders sat Tibbits. In the tonneau were Dimmock, his daughter, and a young fellow who wore clothes that were a very poor fit and who seemed exceedingly nervous.
“Buck up!” admonished Dimmock to the young man. “Show what you’re made of now, Charley.”
“I’ll—I’ll do the best I can,” answered Charley.
“Let me do the talking,” said Miss Dimmock.
The girl’s attire was scarcely better, in the matter of fit, than was Charley’s, but she wore her costume with an easy grace that made up for any of the other shortcomings.
“We’ll wait for you around the corner,” said Tibbits, as the girl and the young fellow got out.