They then demanded of Rumsey whether he had all; and on his answering “Yes,” turning to Matteson the leader said, “Is that all you’ve got?” “No,” said he, “there’s another in here.” He was holding up his hands when he spoke, and he nudged the pocket with his elbow. The Road Agent angrily ordered Rumsey to take it out, and not leave “Nothing.” He did as he was bidden, and threw the purse on the ground, after which he started for the coach, and had his foot on the hub of the wheel, when the robbers yelled out, “Where are you going, you ----?” “To get on the coach, you fool,” said the irate driver, “You’ve got all there is.” He instantly retorted, “Go back there and get that big sack,” and added pointing to Bummer Dan, “You’re the man we’re after. Get that strap off your shoulder, you d----d Irish ----.” Bummer Dan had a strap over his shoulder, fastened to a large purse, that went down into his pants. He had thrown out two little sacks before. Seeing that there was no chance of saving his money, he commenced unbuckling the strap, and when Rumsey got to him he had it off. Billy took hold of the tab to pull it out, but it would not come; whereupon he let go and stepped back. Dan commenced to unbutton his pants, the “Cap” ordering Rumsey to jerk it off, or he would shoot him in a minute. While he was speaking, Rumsey saw that Dan had another strap round his body, under his shirt. He stepped back again, saying, “You fools! you’re not going to kill a man who is doing all he can for you. Give him time.” They ordered him to hurry up, calling him “An awkward ----,” and telling him that they hadn’t any more time to lose. Dan had by this time got the belt loose, and he handed Rumsey a big, fringed bag, containing two other sacks. He received it, and tossed it beside the pistols. The Road Agents finished the proceedings by saying, “Get aboard, every ---- of you; and get out of this; and if we ever hear a word from one of you, we’ll kill you surer than h--l.” They all got aboard, with great promptitude, Bunton mounting beside the driver, (he did not want to get inside then,) and commenced to whip the horses, observing that that was a d----d hot place for him, and he would get out of it as soon as he could. Rumsey saw, at a turn of the road by looking over the coach, that the Road Agents had dismounted, one holding the horses, while the other was picking up the plunder, which amounted to about $2,800.