"I have no objection to securing your services," he said, "if it can be done without exciting suspicion. In your present dress your mission would at once be guessed, and the outlaws would be on their guard. Have you any objection to changing your appearance?" "Not a particle. All I want is to get a lick at them outlaws." "Then I think we shall have to make you a little less formidable. Have you any objections to becoming a Quaker?" Luke Robbins laughed. "What! one of those broad-brimmed fellows?" he said. "Yes." "Will I look the character?" "Dress will accomplish a good deal. I will tell you what put the idea into my head. We used to employ as janitor an old Quaker--a good, honest, reliable man. He was about your build. A year since he died, but we have hanging up in my office the suit he was accustomed to wear. Put it on, and it will make a complete change in your appearance. Your face will hardly correspond to your dress, but those who see the garb won't look any further." "That's all right, boss. I don't care how you dress me up. But what will I do?" "I think it will be well for you to keep near the bank, watching carefully all who approach. You never saw the Fox brothers, I presume?" "I never had that pleasure." "Most people don't regard it as a pleasure. I will give you some description of them, which may help you to identify them. One is a tall man, very nearly as tall as yourself; the other is at least three inches shorter. Both have dark hair, which they wear long. They have a swaggering walk, and look their real characters." "I don't think it'll be hard to spot them. They generally ride on horseback, don't they?" "Generally, but not always. They rode into Lee's Falls and up to the bank entrance on horseback. Perhaps for that reason they may appear in different guise here." "You haven't any pictures of them, have you?" The president laughed. "No one was ever bold enough to invite them into a photographer's to have their pictures taken," he said. "I see. Well, I think I shall know them." "Perhaps not. They often adopt disguises." "They won't come as Quakers?" "That is hardly likely. I can give you one help. However they may be dressed, their eyes will betray them. They have flashing black ones, and sharp, aquiline noses." "I'll know them," said Luke confidently. "I observe that you have a boy with you? "Yes." "Is it your son?" "No; I wish he were. I'd be proud to have such a son as that." "Perhaps we can use him. The bank messenger--a young man--is sick, and he can take his place temporarily." "Is there any pay for such work?" "Yes, but it is small. We will give him ten dollars a week. Of course he must be honest and trustworthy." "I'll stake my life on that boy, boss," said Luke warmly. "His appearance is in his favor. Will you call him?"