"Is he coming this way yet?" asked Tarbox, eagerly.
"Not yet; he is sitting down, counting the money."
Tarbox groaned.
"I—I'd like to choke him—the thief!" he muttered.
"Can't you find a better savings bank, friend Tarbox?" said Anak.
"I'm afraid of savings banks. They break sometimes," answered the farmer.
"At any rate the money would be safer there than here, and you would get interest for it besides. But for us, or rather for Charlie here, who watched that rascal this afternoon, you'd have had to bid a long good-by to your money."
"He's got through counting it," said Charlie, who was still watching, "and he's putting it in his pocket."
"I shall never see it again!" murmured Tarbox, sadly.