“There’s nothing we can do just now, Joe,” said Matt, straightening his face.
“What sort of a girl is that daughter of Dimmock’s, to go helping her father in lawless work like this?”
“I can’t understand her,” returned Matt. “But I can tell you one thing.”
“Then tell it.”
“If Pearl Dimmock gets into your clothes and tries to palm herself off as Joe McGlory, the bank people are going to get suspicious.”
“She played the game on you, pard, and you didn’t get suspicious until you got dumped out of the taxicab.”
“I was thinking more about you, then, than I was about the supposed messenger. In the matter of the bank, the case is different. Miss Dimmock goes in there, asks for the bullion, and turns over the colonel’s order for it. The order is all straight enough, but the bank won’t let go of that gold until they’re sure the one who brings the order is Joe McGlory. I’m thinking the hardest part of Tibbits’ work is yet to come, and that the chances are about even whether he’ll win or lose.”
“We can’t leave it like that, pard. We’ve got to get out of here and make a rush for New York. That’s all there is to it. Tibbits, Dimmock, the girl, and the fellow who’s to understudy you, will get away from here to-night. That will leave fewer people to watch us, and I don’t see why we can’t make a break, somehow, and carry it through with ground to spare.”
“We’ll have to consider it.”
“There’s not much time to think it over. New York’s a long ways off, and we’ve got to get there by the time the bank opens, to-morrow.”