“indeed it was not.”
Bob, concerned, “I hope you won’t trouble about it, madam. It is nothing.
We cast the die and lost, and do not blame you in the least. We are only
very thankful for what you did.”
“But forgive me,” persisted the poor woman, “I am so sorry,” and she began
again to shed tears.
“I have nothing to forgive, only to be grateful for,” said Bub, “but if it
will make you feel better, I will say I forgive you,”
The poor woman seemed to be greatly relieved and left the room, when Bob
turned round to the writer with a concerned and troubled look, and asked
the woman’s name.
“Mrs. Suborn, the mother of the lad who informed the people of your
whereabouts,” was the reply.
“I shall never forget that name,” said Bob.
The cashier of the First National Bank of Mankato coming in asked Bob if
he did not change a bill at his bank. Bob replied promptly that he did—a
$50 bill, “But” said he, “you were not in the bank at the time, we were,
however, merely giving you a call, only a little matter prevented it, and
we unfortunately went to Northfield instead.” The cashier asked what their
intentions were in Mankato. To which Bob replied that they intended to go
through both banks—the City and First National, and he thought that it
would have been a much safer job than the Northfield. No doubt the “little
circumstance” he alluded to as destroying their plans was the fact of
Jesse James being recognized by Robinson, as related elsewhere.
Friday evening at supper time, when the dining hall of the hotel was
crowded, at one of the table, there were dark whispers and ominous