The bank-officer took the book, and, after looking at it a moment, said, "How much do you want?"
"The whole of it," said Travis.
"You can draw out any part of it, but to draw out the whole requires a week's notice."
"Then I'll take a hundred dollars."
"Are you the person to whom the book belongs?"
"Yes, sir," said Travis, without hesitation.
"Your name is—"
"Hunter."
The bank-clerk went to a large folio volume, containing the names of depositors, and began to turn over the leaves. While he was doing this, he managed to send out a young man connected with the bank for a policeman. Travis did not perceive this, or did not suspect that it had anything to do with himself. Not being used to savings3 banks, he supposed the delay only what was usual. After a search, which was only intended to gain time that a policeman might be summoned, the cashier came back, and, sliding out a piece of paper to Travis, said, "It will be necessary for you to write an order for the money."
Travis took a pen, which he found on the ledge4 outside, and wrote the order, signing his name "Dick Hunter," having observed that name on the outside of the book.
"Your name is Dick Hunter, then?" said the cashier, taking the paper, and looking at the thief over his spectacles.
"But," continued the cashier, "I find Hunter's age is put down on the bank-book as fourteen. Surely you must be more than that."
Travis would gladly have declared that he was only fourteen; but, being in reality twenty-three, and possessing a luxuriant pair of whiskers, this was not to be thought of. He began to feel uneasy.
"Dick Hunter's my younger brother," he said. "I'm getting out the money for him."
"I thought you said your own name was Dick Hunter," said the cashier.
"I said my name was Hunter," said Travis, ingeniously. "I didn't understand you."
"But you've signed the name of Dick Hunter to this order. How is that?" questioned the troublesome cashier.
Travis saw that he was getting himself into a tight place; but his self-possession did not desert him.
"I thought I must give my brother's name," he answered.
"What is your own name?"
"Henry Hunter."
"Can you bring any one to testify that the statement you are making is correct?"
"Yes, a dozen if you like," said Travis, boldly. "Give me the book, and I'll come back this afternoon. I didn't think there'd be such a fuss about getting out a little money."
"Wait a moment. Why don't your brother come himself?"
"Because he's sick. He's down with the measles," said Travis.
Here the cashier signed to Dick to rise and show himself. Our hero accordingly did so.
"You will be glad to find that he has recovered," said the cashier, pointing to Dick.
With an exclamation6 of anger and dismay, Travis, who saw the game was up, started for the door, feeling that safety made such a course prudent7. But he was too late. He found himself confronted by a burly policeman, who seized him by the arm, saying, "Not so fast, my man. I want you."
"Let me go," exclaimed Travis, struggling to free himself.
"I'm sorry I can't oblige you," said the officer. "You'd better not make a fuss, or I may have to hurt you a little."
Travis sullenly8 resigned himself to his fate, darting9 a look of rage at Dick, whom he considered the author of his present misfortune.
"This is your book," said the cashier, handing back his rightful property to our hero. "Do you wish to draw out any money?"
"Two dollars," said Dick.
"Very well. Write an order for the amount."
Before doing so, Dick, who now that he saw Travis in the power of the law began to pity him, went up to the officer, and said,—
"Won't you let him go? I've got my bank-book back, and I don't want anything done to him."
"Sorry I can't oblige you," said the officer; "but I'm not allowed to do it. He'll have to stand his trial."
"I'm sorry for you, Travis," said Dick. "I didn't want you arrested. I only wanted my bank-book back."
"Curse you!" said Travis, scowling10 vindictively11. "Wait till I get free. See if I don't fix you."
"You needn't pity him too much," said the officer. "I know him now. He's been to the Island before."
"It's a lie," said Travis, violently.
"Don't be too noisy, my friend," said the officer. "If you've got no more business here, we'll be going."
He withdrew with the prisoner in charge, and Dick, having drawn12 his two dollars, left the bank. Notwithstanding the violent words the prisoner had used towards himself, and his attempted robbery, he could not help feeling sorry that he had been instrumental in causing his arrest.
"I'll keep my book a little safer hereafter," thought Dick. "Now I must go and see Tom Wilkins."
Before dismissing the subject of Travis and his theft, it may be remarked that he was duly tried, and, his guilt13 being clear, was sent to Blackwell's Island for nine months. At the end of that time, on his release, he got a chance to work his passage on a ship to San Francisco, where he probably arrived in due time. At any rate, nothing more has been heard of him, and probably his threat of vengence against Dick will never be carried into effect.
Returning to the City Hall Park, Dick soon fell in with Tom Wilkins.
"How are you, Tom?" he said. "How's your mother?"
"She's better, Dick, thank you. She felt worried about bein' turned out into the street; but I gave her that money from you, and now she feels a good deal easier."
"I've got some more for you, Tom," said Dick, producing a two-dollar bill from his pocket.
"I ought not to take it from you, Dick."
"Oh, it's all right, Tom. Don't be afraid."
"But you may need it yourself."
"There's plenty more where that came from."
"Any way, one dollar will be enough. With that we can pay the rent."
"You'll want the other to buy something to eat."
"You're very kind, Dick."
"I'd ought to be. I've only got myself to take care of."
"Well, I'll take it for my mother's sake. When you want anything done just call on Tom Wilkins."
"All right. Next week, if your mother doesn't get better, I'll give you some more."
Tom thanked our hero very gratefully, and Dick walked away, feeling the self-approval which always accompanies a generous and disinterested15 action. He was generous by nature, and, before the period at which he is introduced to the reader's notice, he frequently treated his friends to cigars and oyster-stews. Sometimes he invited them to accompany him to the theatre at his expense. But he never derived16 from these acts of liberality the same degree of satisfaction as from this timely gift to Tom Wilkins. He felt that his money was well bestowed17, and would save an entire family from privation and discomfort18. Five dollars would, to be sure, make something of a difference in the mount of his savings. It was more than he was able to save up in a week. But Dick felt fully14 repaid for what he had done, and he felt prepared to give as much more, if Tom's mother should continue to be sick, and should appear to him to need it.
Besides all this, Dick felt a justifiable19 pride in his financial ability to afford so handsome a gift. A year before, however much he might have desired to give, it would have been quite out of his power to give five dollars. His cash balance never reached that amount. It was seldom, indeed, that it equalled one dollar. In more ways than one Dick was beginning to reap the advantage of his self-denial and judicious20 economy.
It will be remembered that when Mr. Whitney at parting with Dick presented him with five dollars, he told him that he might repay it to some other boy who was struggling upward. Dick thought of this, and it occurred to him that after all he was only paying up an old debt.
When Fosdick came home in the evening, Dick announced his success in recovering his lost money, and described the manner it had been brought about.
"You're in luck," said Fosdick. "I guess we'd better not trust the bureau-drawer again."
"I mean to carry my book round with me," said Dick.
"So shall I, as long as we stay at Mrs. Mooney's. I wish we were in a better place."
"I must go down and tell her she needn't expect Travis back. Poor chap, I pity him!"
Travis was never more seen in Mrs. Mooney's establishment. He was owing that lady for a fortnight's rent of his room, which prevented her feeling much compassion21 for him. The room was soon after let to a more creditable tenant22 who proved a less troublesome neighbor than his predecessor23.
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