"There won't be any trouble on that score, Luke." So the two prepared for their trip. Ernest, with Luke's help, purchased an outfit, and on the morning of the third day the two started out together, neither having a very definite idea where they were going except that their course was westward. Luke knew very little of the States and Territories that lay between Oak Forks and the Pacific coast. Ernest, whose education was decidedly superior to his companion's, was able to give him some information. So they plodded on, making slow progress, but enjoying the unconventional life, and the scenery on the way. They were in no hurry. They stopped to hunt and fish, and when the weather was unfavorable they stayed overnight at some wayside cabin. When the nights were fine they camped out, and enjoyed a sound rest under the open canopy of heaven. Part of their way led through woods and over prairies, but here and there they came to a thriving village. There was little occasion to spend money, but still they were compelled to use some. One day--it was some weeks from the time when they started--Luke turned to Ernest with a sober face. "Ernest," he said, "I think you'll have to leave me at the next poor-house." "Why, Luke?" "Because my money is nearly all gone. I started with fifteen dollars. Now I have but one." "But I have plenty left." "That doesn't help me." "I want to share it with you, Luke." "Don't you remember what I said when we set out, lad?" "What was it?" "That I would not touch a dollar of your money." "Then do you mean to leave me alone, Luke?" pleaded Ernest reproachfully. "You are a boy and I am a man. I'm forty years old, Ernest. Is it right that I should live on a boy less than half my age?" Ernest looked at him in perplexity. "Is there no way of getting more money?" he asked. "If we were in California now, and at the mines, I might make shift to fill my purse; but there are no mines hereabouts." "Let us keep on, and something may turn up." When this conversation took place they were approaching Emmonsville, a thriving town in Nebraska. As they walked through the principal street, it was clear that something had happened which had created general excitement. Groups of people were talking earnestly, and their faces wore a perturbed and anxious look. "What's the matter?" asked Luke, addressing a well-to-do appearing man. "Haven't you heard of the bank robbery over at Lee's Falls?" "No." "Two men, fully armed, rode up to the door, and, dismounting, entered the bank. One stepped up to the window of the paying teller, and covering him with his revolver, demanded five thousand dollars. At the same time the other stood in the doorway, also with a loaded revolver." "Why didn't the teller shoot him down?" asked Luke. "My friend, bank officers are not provided with loaded revolvers when on duty. Besides, the ruffian had the drop on him." "Well?" asked Luke.