“I suppose somebody swatted you, too, eh?” said Tommy Simpson.
Alden looked down at himself curiously.
“I’ve lost m’ pants!” he grunted.
“At least yo’re sober, for once in yore life,” said Bad News.
“You better send to Broad Arrow for the sheriff,” Freeman advised Bad News.
“Yeah, that’s true. I guess I better go after him myself. Will you take charge of the money, John?”
“Yes.”
Judging from appearances, the door of the bank had been opened with the delicate aid of an axe and a crowbar. The lock and one panel of the door had been ruined.
“No use trying to repair it to-night,” said Freeman. “There’s nothing in the bank to attract another robber.”
No one suggested holding Blaze or Alden Marsh. Bad News was only too glad to head for Broad Arrow and notify the sheriff. Cultus went with Blaze to the hitchrack, but neither of them discussed what had just happened.