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194 BOB YOUNGER’S FATE. them the party bade the innkeeper a good-day, and rode away. ; Down the highway they trotted leisurely until they reached the bridge under which the Cannon River flows, and here at a given signal the band broke into a gallop, and dashed along the principal street of the village until they reached the First National Bank, all the time shooting promiscuously, and shouting at such people as they met to withdraw into their houses. Alarmed at this wild and warlike demonstration, the inhabitants could scarcelv do otherwise than comply with such peremptory orders, and conse- quently the robbers were not then interfered with; but such a storm was brewing, the results of which, could they have been foreseen, would certainly have deterred even such reckless persons as they from at- tempting to carry out their bold purposes. Jesse, Bob and Charlie threw themselves from their horses, and entered the bank, while the rest remained seated, and by their continuots fusillade prevented the approach of any possible intruders. The trio jumped over the counter into the very presence of the astonished officials, who numbered three: Mr. Haywood, the cashier; his assistant, Mr. Bunker, and a clerk by the name of Wilcox. “Throw up your hands!’’ cried Jesse, flourishing his revolver. : The looks of the men were so threatening that this command was obeyed. “What is the meaning of this?’’ said Mr. Hay- wood, sternly. : : “You will see,’’ was Jesse’s reply, as Bob ap- proached the vault. At once the heroic cashier understood that the object of the outlaws was plunder, and, regardless of consequences, he leaped toward the vault into which Bob was just stepping, and attempted to close the door on him. He would have been successful had not Jesse, who for reasons of his own had chosen not to shoot the man, leaped up behind and struck him a cruel blow with the butt of his revolver. (E(@) m ~comicbooks