Then two of the brigands proceeded to examine the effects and pockets of the passengers. When the affable gentlemen of the road had completed their undertaking, they proceeded in the coolest manner imaginable to cast up their accounts. They had lost in cash--nothing; in jewelry--naught; in conscience--well, it happened they didn't have any to lose. They had gained from sundry passengers as follows: Ex-Gov. Burbank, of Dakota, cash, $ 850 00 " " " " diamond pin, 350 00 " " " " gold watch, 250 00 Passenger from Syracuse, N. Y., 160 00 William Taylor, Esq., Lowell, Mass., 650 00 John Dietrich, Esq., Little Rock, Ark., 200 00 Charles Moore, Esq., " " 70 00 E. A. Peebles, Hot Springs, 20 00 Three country farmers, 45 00 Southern Express Company, 450 00 Geo. R. Crump, Memphis, Tenn., 45 00 ------ Total, $3,090 00 It was a very good morning's work, and the bandits were so well pleased that they were inclined to indulge in a sort of grim facetiousness. One of them unharnessed the best stage horse, saddled him and mounted him, and after trying his gait by riding up and down the road a few times, called out: "Boys, I reckon he'll do!" Another one of the band went to each passenger as he stood in the circle. John Dietrich was the first to pass through the ordeal of cross-examination. "Where are you from?" "Little Rock," replied Dietrich. "Ah, ha!" "Yes, have a boot and shoe store there," remarked Dietrich. "You'd better be there attending to it," was the observation of the chief of the bandits. "Are there any Southern men here?" "I am," replied Mr. Crump and three others. "Any who served in the army?" "I did," said Crump. The leader then asked him what regiment he belonged to, and what part of the country he had served in. The answers were satisfactory, and then the robber handed Crump his watch and money, remarking as he did so: "Well, you look like an honest fellow. I guess you're all right. We don't want to rob Confederate soldiers. But the d--d Yankees have driven us all into outlawry, and we will make them pay for it yet." Mr. Taylor, of Lowell, Mass., was examined. "Where are you from?" "St. Louis." "Yes, and d--n your soul, you are a reporter for the St. Louis _Democrat_, the vilest sheet in the land. Go to Hot Springs and send the dirty concern a telegram about this affair, and give them my compliments, will you?" Then Governor Burbank felt encouraged to ask a favor of them. "Will you please return me my papers?" asked the Governor. "They are valuable to me, but I am sure you can make no use of them." "We'll see," said the leader, sententiously, and took the packet and kneeled down to examine them.