East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1906-10-09

Tho time was only a guess on his part.
II was after 10 O'Clock then, but Graf
bit 1T the desperate expedient to gain
time Wen wait he announced.
"All this time the citizens were noe
idle. SO completely by surprise had
the assault on the bank been that no
one Was In the least prepared. Even
the town marshal, Frank Connolly,
was unarmed. The first intimatlon
that / had of the affair was when
someone ran into the stable shouting
that Condon's bank was being rob-
bed. ] hid no weapon in the barn,
hut, running across the street to
hardware store, / fitted myself out
with a small Winchester, the first
thing that l came upon. Stationing
myself on the street, / began to fire
on the Condor bank, hoping to frus-
trate the plans of the bandits.
in this l was soon Joined by others
who hurriedly procured weapons from
the hardware stores. The plate glass
windows of the bank were riddled and
the bank people narrowly escaped
death from the flying bullets, but the
effect of the fusillade was to make
the robbers ohary of staying too long
in the bank. In the grain sack was
about $4,000 In silver and greenbacks.
The silver was discarded. Graf Dali
ton stuffing the paper money into his
coat
"Then they made their way to the
rear doors of the bank, driving the
cashier and his assistants before them.
When they swung open the door they
were confronted by George Baldwin,
23 years old, as brave and noble a lad
as ever breathed. In his hand he held
pistol, d toy compared to the weap-
ons carried by the robbers.
"'Ill have to get that man. said Bob
Dalton, and raising his fatal Winches.
ter to his shoulder, he fired, and Bald
win fell to the ground mortally wound
ed.
"At the other bank the First Ma
tional, a similar scene was enacted.
The cashier and others in the bank,
were made to hold up their hands and
the contents of the vault were emptied
into a sack. Here, too, the fire from
the people became too severe and they
were forced to discard the heavy sill
yer for the lighter and more valuable
gold and paper.
Charles Gumy, another OF the braV-
est men this or any other town has
ever known, opened fire on the bank
but was mortallv wounded by a shot
from one OF the robbers that splintered
the stock of his gun and smashed his
right hand into a mass of raw flesh
Friends rushed out to him and drag
gcd him within the shelter of store.
after leaving the First National
Emmet Dalton and Dick Broadweh
passed down Eighth street where they
were Joined by the three from the
Condon bank. There in front of his
shoe shop stood George Cubine, gun
In hand, waiting for them. Two shots
rang out simultaneously and Cubine
fell back dead. Charles Brown, a fel-
, low workman of Cubine's saw him fall
and ran out to help him. Again the
deadly rifles of the bandits spoke ou,
and Brown fell martyr to right and
the ties of comradship.
Cashier Ayres shot.
Passing down Union street. after
killing Cubine and Brown, the five
bandits espied Thomas Ayres, cashier
of the First National hank, standing
by the curb with a rifle in his hands.
Bob Dalton's rifle rang out and AyreS
fell, wounded in the head, although
the distance was more than IS yards
bob and Emmet than hurriedly
lodged behind buildings and were not
seen again until they appeared in the
alley where their horses were tied.
. | III Do
ers and Rroadwell, regained the shell
ter of the alley first. .
Horses for Breastworks.
I'm the alley was standing a stand
ard oil tank, to which a magnificent
team Of grays was hitched. Using the
wagon for breastwork, the three
bandits prepared to deal death to all
who should care try to dislodge them
IAN this time l was. so to speak,
mounting guard over the horses.
saw Grat and his companions take up
their position behind the wagon and
/ determined to wait until the most
auspicious moment came before at
tcmnting to do anything. Just at this
moment Bob and Emmett came down
the alley from the other way, making
for their horses. As saw them they
saw me. We had often competed in
friendly shooting matches. He knew
that when l fired shot to kill.
, "'Hell!' he exclaimed; there's
Kloehr. I hate to do 1t, but he's got
to fall. For moment l was trans
fixed, watching his face intently as the
bird watches the snake about to sieze
it, Then mstinctively my own rifle
, came to my shoulder. l fired just as
Bob pulled the trigger. His bullet
: went wild, glancinglv striking the side
OF the alley, taking a tangent course
and killing both the Standard oil
horses and entering my barn, where IT
demolished buggy wheel. But Bob,
! poor chap, lay in the alley, shot
through the breast Emmet fired at
me and 1 returned the shot. he was
wounded, l could see that, but he kept
. steadily on.
! His companions behind the oil wag.
, on now opened up on me. / had nC
. time to care for Emmet. Skirting the
alley pahng until he came to a breach
he crawled through and away.
/ "Grat Dalton, Powell and Broadwel
kept up Calling fire on me. l was
not hit. Some way l felt exalted
lifted above everything on the earth
l did not fear their bullets: it seemed