laid hand upon the navy Colt's at his elbow. "What's the matter?"
he cried.

"We want Alec McNamara," said Glenister.

The manager of the bank appeared, and Glenister spoke to him
through the heavy wire netting.

"Is McNamara in there?"

No one had ever known Morehouse to lie. "Yes, sir." He spoke
hesitatingly, in a voice full of the slow music of Virginia. "He
is in here. What of it?"

"We hear he's trying to move that dust of ours and we won't stand
for it. Tell him to come out and not hide in there like a dog."

At these words the politician appeared beside the Southerner, and
the two conversed softly an instant, while the impatience of the
crowd grew to anger. Some one cried:

"Let's go in and drag him out," and the rumble at this was not
pleasant. Morehouse raised his hand.

"Gentlemen, Mr. McNamara says he doesn't intend to take any of the
gold away."

"Then he's taken it already."

"No, he hasn't."