got into the street they were fired upon by George Cubine and C. S. Cox;
but neither shot took effect. Emmett Dalton stood with his rifle under
his arm, coolly tying up the neck of the sack which held the money. They
then both stepped back into the bank, and went out through the back
door, which was opened for them by W. H. Shepherd, the bank teller, who,
with Tom Ayres and B. S. Ayres, the bookkeeper, made the bank force on
hand. J. H. Brewster, C. H. Hollingsworth and A. W. Knotts were in the
bank on business, and were joined by E. S. Boothby; all these being left
unhurt.

The firing became general as soon as the robbers emerged from the two
bank buildings. The first man to be shot by the robbers was Charles T.
Gump, who stood not far from the First National Bank armed with a
shotgun. Before he could fire Bob Dalton shot him through the hand, the
same bullet disabling his shotgun. A moment later, a young man named
Lucius Baldwin started down the alley, armed with a revolver. He met
Bob and Emmett, who ordered him to halt, but for some reason he kept on
toward them. Bob Dalton said, "I'll have to kill you," and so shot him
through the chest. He died three hours later.

Bob and Emmett Dalton now passed out of the alley back of the First
National Bank, and came into Union street. Here they saw George B.
Cubine standing with his Winchester in his hands, and an instant later
Cubine fell dead, with three balls through his body. Near him was
Charles Brown, an old man, who was also armed. He was the next victim,
his body falling near that of Cubine, though he lived for a few hours
after being shot. All four of these victims of the Daltons were shot at
distances of about forty or fifty yards, and with rifles, the revolver
being more or less uncertain at such ranges even in practiced hands. All
the gang had revolvers, but none used them.

Thos. G. Ayres, late prisoner in the First National Bank, ran into a
store near by as soon as he was released, caught up a Winchester and
took a station near the street door, waiting for the bandits to come out
at that entrance of the bank. Here he was seen by Bob Dalton, who had
gone through the alley. Bob took aim and at seventy-five yards shot
Ayres through the head. Friends tried to draw his body back into the
store, but these now met the fire of Grattan Dalton and Powers, who,
with the crippled Broadwell, were now coming out of their alleyway.

T. A. Reynolds, a clerk in the same store