"Here is
the message. Fail not on your honor to deliver it. You are going
through a hostile country beset with enemies--"
"Monkey Rae's," murmured Gerald.
"And the message must be delivered under all circumstances. It
contains information of the utmost importance, which must not be
allowed to fall into the enemies's hands. I will meet you to-morrow
at the great oak to give you your final instructions."
"Very well, sir," replied Pepper, "I will not fail to carry out
your commands to the letter."
"Bravo, boys, well done!" commended Mr. Scott, who had been standing
in the doorway, unseen by the boys, enjoying the fun. "If I was
only a little younger, there is nothing I would like better than
to be an Indian brave with you."
For a moment the boys were silent in the presence of the bank
president, whom they all regarded with more or less awe, until
Gerald broke the silence.
"Shure, 'tis niver too late to have fun, Mister Scott," he said.
"We'd be plased to have ye for one of us. We'll make ye prisident
an' ye'll find it a hape more fun than bein' the prisident av the
bank.
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