"Well, it's rather unusual," went on Judson Eells lamely, and then he spoke in an aside to his cashier. "No! None of that, now!" burst out Wunpost in a fury, "don't you frame up any monkey-business on me! I want my money, see? And I want it right now! Dig up, or I'll wreck the whole dump!" He brought his hand down again and Judson Eells retired while the cashier began to count out the bills. "Here!" objected Wunpost, "I don't want all that small stuff--where's those thousand dollar bills I turned in? They're _gone_? Well, for cripes' sake, did you think they were a _present_?" The clerk started to explain, but Wunpost would not listen to him. "You're a bunch of crooks!" he burst out indignantly. "I only deposited that money on a bet! And here you turn loose and spend the whole roll, and start to pay me back in fives and tens." "No, but Mr. Calhoun," broke in Judson Eells impatiently, "you don't understand how banking is done." "Yes I do!" yelled back Wunpost, "but, by grab, I had a dream, and I dreamt that your danged bank was _broke_! Now gimme my money, and give it to me quick or I'll come in there and git it myself!" He waited, grim and watchful, and they counted out the bills while he nodded and stuffed them into his shirt. And then they brought out gold in government-stamped sacks and he dropped them between his feet. But the gold was not enough, and while Eells stood pale and silent the clerk dragged out the silver from the vault. Wunpost took them one by one, the great thousand dollar sacks, and added them to the pile at his feet, and still his demand was unsatisfied. "Well, I'm sorry," said Eells, "but that's all we have. And I consider this very unfair." "Unfair!" yelled Wunpost. "W'y, you doggone thief, you've robbed me of two thousand dollars. But that's all right," he added; "it shows my dream was true. And now your tin bank _is_ broke!" He turned to the crowd, which looked on in stunned silence, and tucked in his money-stuffed shirt. "So I'm a blow-hard, am I?" he inquired sarcastically, and no one said a word. CHAPTER XXIX IN TRUST There was cursing and wailing and gnashing of teeth in Blackwater's saloons that night, and some were for hanging Wunpost; but in the morning, when they woke up and found Eells and Lapham gone, they transferred their rage to them. A committee composed of the dummy directors, who had allowed Eells to do what he would, discovered from the books that the bank had been looted and that Eells was a fugitive from justice. He had diverted the bank's funds to his own private uses, leaving only his unsecured notes; and Lapham, the shrewd fox, had levied blackmail on his chief by charging huge sums for legal service. And now they were both gone and the Blackwater depositors had been left without a cent.