eeler, who had gone upstairs in the hotel, shot
Miller, and he lay dying in the street.

At last the boys who had been in the bank came out. Bob ran down the
street toward Manning, who hurried into Lee & Hitchcock's store, hoping in
that way to get a shot at Bob from behind. Bob, however, did not see
Wheeler, who was upstairs in the hotel behind him, and Wheeler's third
shot shattered Bob's right elbow as he stood beneath the stairs. Changing
his pistol to his left hand, Bob ran out and mounted Miller's mare.
Howard and Pitts had at last come out of the bank. Miller was lying in
the street, but we thought him still alive. I told Pitts to put him up
with me, and I would pack him out, but when we lifted him I saw he was
dead, and I told Pitts to lay him down again. Pitts' horse had been
killed, and I told him I would hold the crowd back while he got out on
foot. I stayed there pointing my pistol at any one who showed his head
until Pitts had gone perhaps 30 or 40 yards, and then, putting spurs to my
horse, I galloped to where he was and took him up behind me.

"What kept you so long?" I asked Pitts.

Then he told me they had been drinking and had made a botch of it inside
the bank. Instead of carrying out the plan originally formed, seizing the
cashier at his window and getting to the safe without interruption, they
leaped right over the counter and scared Heywood at the very start. As to
the rest of the affair inside the bank I take the account of a Northfield
narrator:

"With a flourish of his revolver one of the robbers pointed to Joseph L.
Heywood, head bookkeeper, who was acting as cashier in the absence of that
official, and asked:"

" 'Are you the cashier?' "

" 'No,' " replied Heywood, and the same question was put to A. E. Bunker,
teller, and Frank J. Wilcox, assistant bookkeeper, each of whom made the
same reply.

" 'You are the cashier,' said the robber, turning upon Heywood, who was
sitting at the cashier's desk. 'Open that safe--quick or I'll blow your
head off.' "

"Pitts then ran to the vault and stepped inside, whereupon Heywood
followed him and tried to shut him in."

"One of the robbers seized him and said:"

" 'Open that safe now or you haven't but a minute to live.' "

" 'There's a time lock on,' Heywood answered, 'and it can't be opened
now.' "

Howard drew a knife from his pocket and made a feint to cut Heywood's
throat, as he lay on the floor where he had been thrown in the