Enter JACKSON.
Jackson. As you ordered, sir, the night watchman has been relieved,
and has just gone.
Oakhurst. Very good, sir; and you?
Jackson. I relieved the porter, sir; and I shall bunk on two
chairs in the counting-room. You'll find me handy if you want me,
sir. Good-night, sir. [Exit C.
Oakhurst. I fear these rascals will not dare to make their second
attempt to-night. A quiet scrimmage with them, enough to keep me
awake or from thinking, would be a good fortune. No, no! no such
luck for you to-night, John Oakhurst! You are playing a losing
game. . . . Yet the robbery was a bold one. At eleven o'clock,
while the bank was yet lighted, and Mr. Jackson and another clerk
were at work here, three well-dressed men pick the lock of the
counting-house door, enter, and turn the key on the clerks in this
parlor, and carry away a box of doubloons not yet placed in the
vaults by the porter; and all this done so cautiously that the
clerks within knew nothing of it until notified of the open street
door by the private watchman, and so boldly that the watchman,
seeing them here, believed them clerks of the bank, and let them go
unmolested. No: this was the coincidence of good luck, not of bold
premeditation. There will be no second attempt. (Yawns.) If they
don't come soon I shall fall asleep. Four nights without rest will
tell on a man, unless he has some excitement to back him.
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