The latter removed the two folded sheets from the envelope. After glancing at one, he stooped down and pushed it under the door. The paper was caught and drawn from sight by some one in the hall.
“The order for the bullion!” called Tibbits. “Got it, Dimmock?”
“Yes,” answered Dimmock, from the other side of the door.
Tibbits placed the other sheet in the envelope and flipped it back to McGlory.
“Much obliged,” said Tibbits. “It’s hardly necessary to read the letter from the colonel. I heard Motor Matt read it aloud to you in the hotel, this morning.”
Both boys were dazed by the light that suddenly dawned upon them.
“You blamed tinhorn,” cried McGlory, “are you making a play to get hold of those two bars of bullion?”
“And you never thought of it!” laughed Tibbits. “What else did you suppose we were going to all this trouble for? You wanted to call at the bank, and I didn’t want you to. If you had gone there, the bank officials would have seen you. That would have made it difficult for me to palm off another Joe McGlory in your place. I am obliged to you for giving up the order for the bullion with so little persuasion on my part.”
The cowboy’s wrath was so great that he fairly hopped up and down.
“You think you’re going to get away with this,” he shouted, “but you’ll be fooled. You’re nothing more than just a common thief, eh? And you live in a place like this!” The cowboy looked around the room.