Ernest was waiting in the doorway. He was anxious to learn the result of Luke's interview with the president of the bank. He had thought it very doubtful whether his proposal would be looked upon favorably, but hoped some good might come of it. "The boss wants to see you," announced Luke. "All right; I will follow you. What luck are you meeting with, Luke?" "Good. I've hired out to the bank as a Quaker detective." Ernest stared at his companion in astonishment. He thought it was a joke. When he came into the presence of the president the latter said, "I understand from your friend here that you would like employment?" "I should," answered Ernest promptly. "The post of bank messenger is temporarily vacant. Would you like it?" "Yes, sir, if you think I can fill it." "You are rather young for the place, but I think you will fill it satisfactorily. We will instruct you in the duties." "Very well, sir; I accept it with thanks." "Of course it is necessary that you should be honest and reliable. But upon those points I have no doubt. Your face speaks for you." "Thank you, sir. When do you wish me to begin my duties?" "To-morrow. I suppose you are not as yet provided with a boarding-place. You can get settled to-day, and report at the bank to-morrow morning at nine." "Wait here a minute, Ernest," said Luke. "I will join you at once." When Luke emerged from the president's room he was attired in the Quaker costume of his predecessor. Ernest stared at him for a moment, then burst into a loud laugh. "Why does thee laugh?" asked Luke mildly. This sent Ernest into a second convulsion. "Do I look like a man of peace?" asked Luke. "Yes; shall you live up to the character?" "Until I see the Fox brothers. Then the lamb will become a lion." CHAPTER IX. AN ARMED ESCORT. Luke Robbins entered at once upon his duties as janitor of the Emmonsville bank. It was rather difficult, however, to supply him with employment enough to account for his being in constant attendance. He was provided with a broom, and in the morning swept the bank. Sometimes he washed the windows; at other times he sat on a bench in the rear of the bank, ready for any call upon his services. So far as garb went, he resembled a Quaker, but his brown face and sharp eyes hardly harmonized with his assumed character. Still less did the revolver which he carried in an inside pocket. Several days passed, and though Luke kept a sharp lookout for the Fox brothers, he did not catch a glimpse of anyone who suggested or resembled them. Then one morning Luke went to the bank as usual and put on his Quaker garb. About eleven o'clock an elderly man appeared and presented a check for five hundred dollars. The money was paid him, and then he lingered a moment, ill at ease. "I don't like to have so much money about me," he said, in a tone that betrayed anxiety. "No doubt you will find plenty who would be willing to relieve you of it," rejoined the paying teller, with a smile.