“Stranger in Lost Hills?” asked Amos.
The man nodded quickly. “Just came in today.”
“Going to stay with us a while?”
“No, I don’t think so. At least, not long.”
“Drummer?”
“No-o-o-o. Bank examiner.”
“Oh.” Amos dropped the subject and got away as fast as possible. This was terrible, he thought. If the bank examiner was in town, tomorrow his theft would be discovered. Amos felt of the knot which was already galling his left ear.
Then he galloped down to Putney’s house, almost fell in through the front door, and blurted out the news.
“I tell you, we’re sunk, Putney!”
“You are, you mean,” indignantly.