illed by Kloehr, who shot him through the chest.

By this time Grattan Dalton was feebly trying to get to his horse. He
passed the body of Connolly, whom he had killed, faced toward his
pursuers and tried to fire. He, too, fell before Kloehr's Winchester,
shot through the throat, dropping close to the body of Connolly.

Emmett Dalton was now the only one of the band left alive. He was as yet
unwounded, and he got to his horse. As he attempted to mount a number of
shots were fired at him, and these killed the two horses belonging to
Bob Dalton and Bill Powers, who by this time had no further use for
horses. Two horses hitched to an oil wagon in the street were also
killed by wild shots. Emmett got into his saddle, but was shot through
the right arm and through the left hip and groin. He still clung to the
sack of money they had taken at the First National Bank, and he still
kept his nerve and his wits even under such pressure of peril. He might
have escaped, but instead he rode back to where Bob was lying, and
reached down his hand to help him up behind himself on the horse. Bob
was dying and told him it was no use to try to help him. As Emmett
stooped down to reach Bob's arm, Carey Seaman fired both barrels of his
shotgun into his back, Emmett dropping near Bob and falling upon the
sack, containing over $20,000 in cash. Men hurried up and called to him
to throw up his hands. He raised his one unhurt arm and begged for
mercy. It was supposed he would die, and he was not lynched, but hurried
away to a doctor's office near by.

In the little alley where the last scene of this bloody fight took place
there were found three dead men, one dying man and one badly wounded.
Three dead horses lay near the same spot. In the whole fight, which was
of course all over in a few moments, there were killed four citizens and
four outlaws, three citizens and one outlaw being wounded. Less than a
dozen citizens did most of the shooting, of which there was
considerable, eighty bullet marks being found on the front of the
Condon bank alone.

The news of this bloody encounter was instantly flashed over the
country, and within a few hours the town was crowded with sightseers who
came in by train loads. The dead bandits were photographed, and the
story of the fight was told over and over again, not always with
uniformity of detail. Emmett Dalton, before he was sent to the
penitentiary, confessed to different crimes, not all of them hitherto