There was a gleam of satisfaction in the eyes of Travis, as he heard
this.
"They haven't found it out yet," he thought. "I'll bag the money
to-day, and then they may whistle for it."
Having no further object to serve in accompanying the boys, he bade
them good-morning, and turned down another street.
"He's mighty friendly all of a sudden," said Dick.
"Yes," said Fosdick; "it's very evident what it all means. He wants
to find out whether you have discovered your loss or not."
"But he didn't find out."
"No; we've put him on the wrong track. He means to get his money
to-day, no doubt."
"My money," suggested Dick.
"I accept the correction," said Fosdick.
"Of course, Dick, you'll be on hand as soon as the bank opens."
"In course I shall. Jim Travis'll find he's walked into the
wrong shop."
"The bank opens at ten o'clock, you know."
"I'll be there on time."
The two boys separated.
"Good luck, Dick," said Fosdick, as he parted from him. "It'll all
come out right, I think."
"I hope 'twill," said Dick.
He had recovered from his temporary depression, and made up his mind
that the money would be recovered. He had no idea of allowing
himself to be outwitted by Jim Travis, and enjoyed already, in
anticipation, the pleasure of defeating his rascality.
It wanted two hours and a half yet to ten o'clock, and this time to
Dick was too precious to be wasted.
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