Accustomed to the domination of his energetic spouse, Farnam meekly returned the weapon to its place by the kitchen door and followed his wife into the front room to watch proceedings from a safe position behind the closed blinds. "There they go! Mercy, how fierce they look! Henry, Henry, I've saved your life!" babbled the woman, as the outlaws strode away from the bank, throwing her arms around her husband's neck. But Farnam was more interested in the robbers and wriggling from the hysterical embrace, saw them mount their horses and dash madly up the street. Sure that they were gone, he rushed from his house and gave the alarm. From all sides men ran in response to his frenzied shouts and the excitement was increased by the appearance of the cashier in the door of the looted bank, crying for dynamite, gunpowder and sledge hammers. When they learned, however, of the entombment of young Rozier they dashed in all directions to get implements to cut their way into the vault. But though the massive doors had failed to protect the funds, they resisted all attempts to demolish them and, in despair, the leaders of the rescue work decided to blow them off with nitro-glycerine, deeming it preferable for the banker's son to run his chances of being hit by flying fragments than to die of strangulation. All of the people who had been attracted by the wild shouts could not get into the bank, however, and some of those compelled to stand on the outside talked of pursuing the thieves. Quickly a dozen men volunteered their services. "Go and get horses and guns!" yelled a voice. "You can't catch 'em on foot." Oblivious of the sarcasm, the men rushed to secure them. Had any of them been possessed of intrepid courage, they might have recovered the plunder! As the outlaws raced northward up the main street, Jesse handed the bag of spoils to John, that he might have both hands free to use his shooting-irons should they be followed. Frightened, as the sack was swung toward it, the animal which John rode, bucked furiously, unseating him. As the bandit struck the street, the gunny-sack burst, spilling the gold and greenbacks. Cursing wildly, the world-famous desperado yanked his pony to its haunches. "Pick it up!" he roared. But as his companions dismounted, the bandit-chieftain discovered that John's horse was tearing madly up the street. At the very moment when success was hovering over them the series of accidents had occurred! Undaunted, however, the great outlaw determined to keep his ill-gotten gains. No pursuers were in sight and if the runaway pony could be caught, they might still make good their escape. Yet he was loath to leave his pals to go in chase lest a posse appear while he was away. As he was hesitating what to do, the rumble of wheels in a side street caught his ear and turning toward it, he beheld a man whose cast of countenance proclaimed him a German, driving a lively pair of bays attached to an express wagon.