“I’ll be ‘completely satisfied,’ as Tibbits remarked, when I learn that the bullion has been saved.”
“We’ll discover that to-morrow.”
The motor boys slept their way down the sound, and reached New York early enough to go to their hotel and have breakfast before the bank opened. Immediately after breakfast they took an elevated train for downtown.
“I’ve connected with a good lesson, pard, during this taxicab tangle,” remarked McGlory.
The cowboy was constantly thinking of various matters connected with recent experiences, and entering them on the profit side of his personal account.
“What’s this one, Joe?” asked Matt.
“Never to read an important letter aloud in a public place. That’s the thing that got us into this mix with Tibbits. He happened to be in this hotel, and he happened to hear the letter. After that—well, I reckon the memory of what happened is still pretty green.”
It was with some trepidation that the boys entered the Merchants’ & Miners’ Bank and made their way to the cashier’s desk.
“What can I do for you?”
It was the same brusque query which the cashier put so many times a day that its use had become a habit.