"What of it? Can't be disturbed," snapped out his representative.
Frank retreated. He managed to endure a further tedious wait of a quarter-of-an-hour. Finally he strolled to the window looking down on the street.
"That 'other party' is on his way here," mused Frank anxiously. "Suppose he gets here before eleven o'clock? That gives him an even chance with myself. Oh, the mischief!" exclaimed Frank suddenly. "Now the pot's in the fire, sure!"
Frank gave a great start, and stared fixedly at a horse and gig that came clattering to a stop just then in front of the bank.
Frank recognized the vehicle and its driver. As he did so, he as quickly guessed that this new arrival must be the "certain party" alluded to by Mr. Buckner.
The new comer was Abner Dorsett, the man who had helped to swindle Frank's mother out of her fortune.
