V—Dreams.I returned to the bank that morning, a very different man from the one who had left it so carelessly but a few short days ago. I was no longer an easy-going, aimless sort of creature at peace with all the world, but instead was now a calculating and hard-bitten adventurer who was prepared to accept as a cold fact that at any moment all men's hands might be against him.
But if I was in any degree inclined to assume my attitude as an heroic one, I was speedily disillusioned, and put in my proper place within a few minutes even of my arrival at the bank.
The whole atmosphere was so inimical to any spirit of lawlessness. The peace and order, the quiet, the method, and the feeling, too, that I was regarded as a trusted officer there, all very quickly acted as a cold douche, and I was
