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196 BOB YOUNGER’S FATE. A shot rang through the building, and the brave cashier lay a victim to their untamable ferocity. ““You’ve spoiled it all now,’’ Bob cried, as he gazed ruefully from the prostrate form to the inner door, the means of opening which had been forever lost to them. : Jesse uttered a frightful oath. “Served him right for his stubbornness. Now let’s search for ourselves.”’ But only a small box half filled with nickels was all the booty they found, and in disgust Jesse poured its contents over Mr. Haywood’s corpse. “Hello, boys! do you hear that?’’? cried Charlie, suddenly. | Bob and Jesse paused. ‘“‘Our fellows are meeting with resistance. Let’s leave this place,’’ and without a word they all leaped over the counter, and ran out to the street. It was indeed time. The people had begun now to regain tkeir senses’ and to provide means for repelling if not capturing the daring intruders. A young physician, Dr. Wheeler, whose office was in the second story of the building immediately opposite the bank, noticed the shooting and the un- usual excitement going on in the street below, and came to the window. | As soon as he grasped the situation he seized an old shotgun that stood in his office. | Taking deliberate aim, for he saw that the case was desperate, he fired at one of the bandits. Clell . Miller gave a wild yell of agony, reeled in his sad- dle, and uttered the words: ‘“Boys, I’m done for !’’ With this he fell face forward from his saddle, a fit expiation for the foul murder that had just been committed. Dr. Wheeler, giving expression to a smile of satis- faction at the success of his marksmanship, fired again, and Bill Chadwell, who had piloted the rob- _bers in their travels through Minnesota, fell from his horse mortally wounded. | Others were now gathering, fully armed and de- — --Ecomichbooks