You needn't be afraid.
It's good money alright." The package contained gold pieces of various denominations.
With a low exclamation, the shepherd let the parcel slip, and the money fell in a shining heap on the floor.

He stood as in a dream, looking from the gold to the letter in his hand.

Then, going to the door, he gazed long and searchingly in every direction.
Nothing unusual met his eye.

Turning back into the cabin again, he caught up the letter he had written, and stepped to the fireplace, an expression of relief upon his face.

But with his hand outstretched toward the flames, he paused, the letter still in his grasp, while the expression of relief gave way to a look of fear.
"The bank," he muttered; "the robbery." The shining pieces on the floor seemed to glisten mockingly; "No, no, no," said the man.
"Better the other way, and yet--" He read the letter again.