A Cousin's Conspiracy: or, A Boy's Struggle for an Inheritance

“Very well, sir; I accept it with thanks.”

“Of course it is necessary that you should be honest and reliable. But upon those points I have no doubts. Your face speaks for you.”

“Thank you, sir. When do you wish me to begin my duties?”

“To-morrow. I suppose you are not provided with a boarding place. You can get settled to-day and report at the bank to-morrow morning at nine.”

“Wait here a minute, Ernest,” said Luke. “I will join you at once.”

When Luke emerged from the president’s room he was attired in the Quaker costume of his predecessor. Ernest stared at him for a moment, then burst into a loud laugh.

“Why does thee laugh?” asked Luke mildly.

This sent Ernest into a second convulsion.

“Do I look like a man of peace?” asked Luke.

“Yes; will you live up to the character?”

“Until I see the Fox brothers.”

CHAPTER IX

AN ARMED ESCORT

Luke Robbins entered at once upon his duties as janitor of the Emmonsville bank.

He was provided with a broom, and in the morning swept the bank. Sometimes he washed the windows; at other times he sat on a bench in the rear of the bank, ready for any call upon his services.

Several days passed, and though Luke kept a sharp lookout for the Fox brothers he did not catch a glimpse of anyone who resembled them.

Then one morning Luke went to the bank as usual and put on his Quaker garb.

About eleven o’clock an elderly man appeared, and presented a check for five hundred dollars. The money was paid him, and then he lingered a moment, ill at ease.

“I don’t like to have so much money about me,” he said in a tone that betrayed anxiety.

“No doubt you will find plenty who would be willing to relieve you of it,” rejoined the paying teller, with a smile.

“That’s what I am afraid of. They do say that the Fox brothers have been seen not far away.”

“Is it absolutely necessary that you should have the money in your possession? You could leave it in the bank, or most of it.”

“I shall want to use some of it to-morrow, and I live ten miles away – in Claremont.”

“How are you going back?”

“I have a buggy outside.”

“The road to Claremont is rather lonely, I believe.”

“Yes.”

“Why don’t you get some one to go with you?”

“I don’t know anyone I could get.”

“I can find you a companion, but he would want to be paid.”

“I’ll pay him if he’ll see me through all right.”

“I have the very man for you. Here, Luke!”

Luke Robbins heard the call and approached.

The farmer looked at him doubtfully.

“A Quaker?” he said in a disappointed tone.

“He is no more a Quaker than you are. He is a detective, and very anxious to meet either of the Fox brothers.”

The farmer brightened up.

“He’s the man I’m after, then.”

A bargain was struck between Luke and Ezekiel Mason whereby the farmer promised to pay him five dollars to accompany him home and remain overnight at the farmhouse until he had disposed of the money in the way he intended.

Luke was glad to accept the proposal. It promised variety and possibly adventure. The farmer climbed into the buggy and the Quaker detective, following, took a seat by his side.

After they had driven some time they reached a part of the road where for a clear mile in advance there was not a house or building of any kind to be seen.

“This is the place I was most afraid of,” said the farmer.

“Yes, it seems to be lonely. I wish one of the Fox brothers would happen along.”

“Why?” asked the farmer in a tone of alarm.

“Because I’d like to tackle him.”

“Why are you so anxious to tackle him? I cannot understand.”

“Then I’ll tell you, my honest friend. There is a reward of a thousand dollars offered for the capture of one of these famous outlaws, dead or alive.”

Ezekiel Mason shrugged his shoulders.

“I’d rather earn the money some other way!” he said.

“You are only a peaceful farmer, while I am a fighting Quaker,” responded Luke.