About eleven o'clock
Sometimes he washed the windows ; at other times he sat on a bench in the rear of the bank , ready for any call upon his services . Several days passed , and though Luke kept a sharp lookout for the Fox brothers he did not catch a glimpse of anyone who resembled them . Then one morning Luke went to the bank as usual and put on his Quaker garb . About eleven o'clock an elderly man appeared , and presented a check for five hundred dollars . The money was paid him , and then he lingered a moment , ill at ease . `` I do n't like to have so much money about me , '' he said in a tone that betrayed anxiety . `` No doubt you will find plenty who would be willing to relieve you of it , '' rejoined the paying teller , with a smile .