red Carpenter to put all the cash into
it, and the latter obeyed, placing three thousand dollars in silver and
one thousand in currency in the sack. Grattan wanted the gold, and
demanded that an inner safe inside the vault should be opened. The
cashier, Ball, with a shifty falsehood, told him that they could not
open that safe, for it was set on a time lock, and no one could open it
before half-past nine o'clock. He told the outlaw that it was now twenty
minutes after nine (although it was really twenty minutes of ten); and
the latter said they could wait ten minutes. He was, however, uneasy,
and was much of the mind to kill Ball on the spot, for he suspected
treachery, and knew how dangerous any delay must be.

It was a daring thing to do--to sit down in the heart of a civilized
city, in broad daylight and on the most public street, and wait for a
time lock to open a burglar-proof safe. Daring as it was, it was foolish
and futile. As the robbers stood uneasily guarding their prisoners, the
alarm was spread. A moment later firing began, and the windows of the
bank were splintered with bullets. The robbers were trapped, Broadwell
being now shot through the arm, probably by P. L. Williams from across
the street. Yet they coolly went on with their work as they best could,
Grattan Dalton ordering Ball to cut the string of the bag and pour out
the heavy silver, which would have encumbered them too much in their
flight. He asked if there was not a back way out, by which they could
escape. He was shown a rear door, and the robbers stepped out, to find
themselves in the middle of the hottest street fight any of them had
ever known. The city marshal, Charles T. Connolly, had given the alarm,
and citizens were hurrying to the street with such weapons as they could
find at the hardware stores and in their own homes.

Meantime Bob and Emmett Dalton had held up the First National Bank,
ordering cashier Ayres to hand out the money, and terrorizing two or
three customers of the bank who happened to be present at the time. Bob
knew Thos. G. Ayres, and called him by his first name, "Tom," said he,
"go into the safe and get out that money--get the gold, too." He
followed Ayres into the vault, and discovered two packages of $5,000
each in currency, which he tossed into his meal sack. The robbers here
also poured out the silver, and having cleaned up the bank as they
supposed, drove the occupants out of the door in front of them. As they