There wasn't anybody outside the railin' that minute to hear if I'd bellered like a bull of Bashan.
There was nobody in the bank, I tell you, except the three men and old Aunt Emmeline and they were waitin' in my private room.

And except for Nellie and Eddie Ellis, the messenger, and Charlie Phillips, there wan't a soul around, as it happened.

The money hasn't been stolen; I lost it somewheres--but where?
Well, I can't stop here any longer.

I'm goin' back to the bank to have another hunt." He banged out again.

Fortunately he did not look at his friend's face before he went.