, who went to the door armed,
received a shot through the foot, and thus made the third wounded man
then in that building. H. H. Isham, one of the owners of the store,
aided by M. A. Anderson and Charles K. Smith, joined in the firing.
Grattan Dalton and Bill Powers were shot mortally before they had gone
more than a few steps from the door of the Condon bank. Powers tried to
get into a door when he was shot, and kept his feet when he found the
door locked, managing to get to his horse in the alley before he was
killed by a second shot. Grattan Dalton also kept his feet, and reached
cover back of a barn about seventy yards from Walnut Street, the main
thorough-fare. He stood at bay here, and kept on firing. City marshal
Connolly, carrying a rifle, ran across to a spot near the corner of this
barn. He had his eye on the horses of the bandits, which were still
hitched in the alley. His back was turned toward Grattan Dalton. The
latter must have been crippled somewhere in his right arm or shoulder,
for he did not raise his rifle to his face, but fired from his hip,
shooting Connolly down at a distance of about twenty feet or so.

There was a slight lull at this point of the street fight, and during
this Dick Broadwell, who had been wounded again in the back, crawled
into concealment in a lumber yard near by the alley where the horses
were tied. He crept out to his horse and mounted, but just as he started
away met the livery man, John J. Kloehr, who did some of the best
shooting recorded by the citizens. Kloehr was hurrying thither with
Carey Seaman, the latter armed with a shotgun. Kloehr fired his rifle
and Seaman his shotgun, and both struck Broadwell, who rode away, but
fell dead from his horse a short distance outside the town.

Bob and Emmett Dalton, after killing Cubine and Brown and shooting
Ayres, hurried on to join their companions and to get to their horses.
At an alleyway junction they spied F. D. Benson climbing out of a
window, and fired at him, but missed. An instant later, as Bob stepped
into full view of those who were firing from the Isham store, he was
struck by a ball and badly wounded. He walked slowly across the alley
and sat down on a pile of stones, but like his brother Grattan, he kept
his rifle going, though mortally shot. He fired once at Kloehr, but was
unsteady and missed him. Rising to his feet he walked a few paces and
leaned against the corner of a barn, firing two more shots. He was then
k