The Black Hole of Glenranald
manager, rubbing his hands. "But wait while I tell ye: ye'd need to work for your rations an any station I ever heard tell of, and I keep the accounts of enough to know. Now, with me, ye'd get two pound a week till your share o' the reward was wiped off; and if we had no luck for a year you'd be no worse off, but could go and try your squatters then. That's a promise, and I'll keep it as sure as my name's Andr' Macbean!"
"But how do you propose to catch this fellow, Mr. Macbean?"
The bank manager looked on all sides, likewise behind the tree, before replying under his breath: "By setting a wee trap for him! A bank's a bank, and Stingaree hasna stuck one up since he took to his trade. But I'll tell ye no more till ye give me your answer. Yes or no?"
"I'm afraid I don't even write an office hand; and as for figures"
Mr. Macbean laughed outright.
"Did I say I was going to take ye into the bank, mun?" cried he. "There's three of us already to do the writin' an' the ciphering an' three's enough. Can you ride?"
"I have ridden."
"And ye'll do any rough job I set ye to?"
"The rougher the better."
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