Vigilante Days and Ways: The pioneers of the Rockies; the makers and making of Montana and IdahoLangford, Nathaniel Pitt
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Vigilante Days and Ways: The pioneers of the Rockies; the makers and making of Montana and Idaho
Langford, Nathaniel Pitt
Frontier and pioneer life -- Northwestern States; Northwestern States -- History; Vigilance committees; West (U.S.) -- History
The robber nodded a ready assent, as much as to say, “Find me out, if
you can.”
The search over, Zachary picked up his gun, and stepped back.
“Get up and skedaddle,” said Ives to the plundered group. The horses had
grown restive while the robbery was progressing, but Tom had restrained
them.
“Drive slowly, Tom,” said Southmayd to Caldwell in an undertone, as he
ascended the box. “I want to reconnoitre a little,” and turned his face
to the robbers.
“Drive on,” shouted Ives.
Southmayd still continued looking at the robbers as the coach departed,
which Ives observing, the villain raised his gun, and yelled,
“If you don’t turn around and mind your business, I’ll shoot the top of
your head off.”
The three robbers then stood together, watching the coach until it was
lost to their view.
“By George!” said Leroy, laughing, “I looked down into those gun-barrels
so long that I thought I fairly saw the buckshot leap from their
imprisonment. It would have afforded me pleasure to squander the bullets
in my pistol on the scoundrel.”
Southmayd lost four hundred dollars in gold, and Captain Moore one
hundred dollars in treasury notes. As was usual, quite a large number of
people were awaiting the arrival of the coach, when it drove up to the
express-office at Bannack. Inquiries were immediately made as to the
cause of its detention so much later than common.
“Was the coach robbed to-day?” inquired Plummer of Southmayd, as he
jumped from the box.
“It was,” replied Leroy, taking him by the arm, and by his confidential
manner signifying that he was about to impart to him, as sheriff, all he
knew about it. Just at this moment, Dr. Bissell, the miners’ judge at
Virginia City, gave Southmayd a slight nudge, and catching his eye,
winked significantly for him to step aside.
“Be careful, Leroy,—very careful what you say to that man.”
Leroy gave an appreciative nod, and rejoined Plummer.
“So you have been robbed,” said the latter. “I’m not surprised,—and I
think I can tell you who were the robbers.”
“Who were they?” eagerly asked Southmayd.
“George Ives was one of them,” said Plummer.
“Yes,” responded Southmayd, “and the others were ‘Whiskey Bill’ and Bob
Zachary; and I’ll live to see them hanged before three weeks.”
Southmayd did not know that Plummer’s accusation was made for the
purpose of detecting his knowledge of the robbers. Bissell, who had
overheard Southmayd’s revelation to Plummer, said to him soon after,
“Leroy, your life isn’t worth a cent.”
George Crisman, who was standing by, added,
“They’ll kill you sure.”
Business detained Southmayd in Bannack the succeeding three days. During
that time he never met Plummer, who left him immediately after they held
the conversation above narrated.
Two days afterwards, while on his way to Virginia City, Caldwell, the
driver, met with “Whiskey Bill” at the Cold Spring ranche.
“Did you hear of the robbery, Bill, on my trip out?” he inquired.
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