Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1906-04-20

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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 dragged him
within the shelter Of a store.
After leaving the First National,
Emmett Dalton and Dick Broadwell
passed down Eighth street, where they
were joined by the three from the Con-
don 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 fellow work.
man Of Cubines saw him fall and ran
out to help him. Again the deadly RI
f1es Of the bandits spoke, and Brown
fell a martyr to right and the ties Of
comradeship.
Passing down Union street, after
killing Cubine and Brown, the five
bandits espied Thomas Ayres, cashier
of the First National Bank, standing by
the curb with rifle In his hands. Bob
Dalton's rifle rang out and Ayres fell,
wounded In the head, although the dis
tance was more than seventy-five
yards.
Bob and Emmett then hurriedly
lodged behind buildings and were not
seen again until they reappeared in the
alley where their horses were tied
nol nd 10 nil
ers and Broadwell, regained the shelter
Of the alley first.
In the alley was standing Standard
Oil tank to which a magnificent team
of grays was hitched. Using the wa
gon for a breastworks, the three bandits
prepared to deal death to all who
should dare dislodge them.
All this time I was, so to speak,
mounting guard over the horses.
saw Graf and his companions take up
their position behind the wagon, and
determined to wait until the most
auspicious moment came before at
tempting to do anything. Just at this
moment Bob and Emmett came down
the alley from the other way, making
for their horses. AS l saw them they
saw me. We had often competed In
friendly shooting matches. He knew
that when fired. shot to kill
He'll" he exclaimed. There's
Kloehr 1 hate to do 1t, but he's got
to fall" For a moment, was trans
fixed, watching his face intently as
the bird watches the snake about to
seize it. Then instinctively my own RI
fie came to my shoulder fired just
as Bob pulled the trigger. His bullet
went wild, glancingly striking the side
Of the alley, taking a tangent course
and killing both the Standard Oil
horses and entering my barn, where 1t
demolished a buggy wheel. But Bob,
poor chap, lay in the alley, shot through
the breast. Emmett fired at me, and l
returned the shot. He was wounded.
I could see that, but he kept steadily
on. His companions behind the oil
wagon now opened up on me. I had no
time to care for Emmett. Skirting the
alley paling until he came to breach
he. crawled through and away.
Graf Dalton, Powers and Broadwell
kept up a CALLING fire on me. was not
hit Some way I felt exalted, lifted
above everything on the earth. I did
not fear their bullets; it seemed as
though was invulnerable.
Finally, Grat exposed himself. Igot
him. Then, seized with a sudden ter
ror, Powers and Broadwell made a rush
for their horses. Before they could
mount l had hit them, too, but Broad
well, exerting superhuman effort, drag
ged himself into the saddle and rode
off. His body was found later beside
a hedge a mile from town.
Emmett, who had made his way to a
lumber pile now reappeared in the
alley, obviously trying to reach his
horse. shot him again. He had
enough. and surrendered, and Is still
doing time at Fort Leavenworth.