The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-11-06

gray weather cant 0eLracC ITO gun flew out of his hand and slid along the sidewalk for five yards, its metal grating on the cement. The policeman lay there face down, half on the sidewalk and half in the street, and did not move.
 The third gunman backed out of the bank, shouting through the door some parting threat to the people inside, who stood there with their hands up, pasty-faced, seem- ingly paralyzed. Together the three gunmen stood there on the steps for few seconds, looking watchfully up and down the street. Then they ran down the steps and crammed themselves into the car. Oklahoma stumbled, and the red haired man pushed him in. The doors slammed and the car shot away from the curb like stone out of a boys slingshot. Buddy McGinnis had just raised his head over the fourth-floor win dow sill. He rested his gun on the sill again and fired his remaining shots at the car; but although this was a target altogether too big to miss the bullets seemed to have no effect. At any rate, the big car sped down the street, it's motor roaring to a high crescendo, took a corner on two wheels, and disap- peared.
 In the car the wounded man slumped back against the cushions his lips bloodless. The red-haireo man bent over him and pulled back his coat.
 Got you, eh?" he said. The wounded man nodded.
 "Bad?"
 Don't think so," came the re- ply, the words faint and labored T can't use my arms and I'm not spittin' any blood Only I'm getting weak
 Cursing softly, the other man wadded two handkerchiefs together to make compress and ripped the shirt open to get at the wound.
 Tn the town there was the kind of confusion that prevails when you withdraw destructive stick from one of the busier ant hills.
 The people who had been on the street during the holdup had, nat urally enough, covered in door ways, dodged behind parked cars or ducked of down alleys when the shooting began. Now they all came streaming toward the bank ito stop most of them, in hor- struck circle about the fallen policeman who still lay quite mo- tionless. Someone had turned him over and unbuttoned his collar at the throat; someone else was bend- ing over him; others were crowd- ing near, looking on and feeling slightly sick at the stomach, while there arose steady buzz of con- fused and anxious questions from all sides: "Is he dead?" Did somebody go for doctor?" "Where'd they go?" What hap pened, anyhow?"
 Inside the bank there was less confusion, chiefly because there were fewer people there. MT. Dunn led the trembling stenographer to tfie door and instructed her to tell everybody to stay outside. Then, with the farmer-who was finding to his secret shame, that his chief emotion was one of relief at the fact that the robbers had not both- cred to take his own money away from him = he went back behind the grille to see about MT. Hobart
 MT. Hobart still lay where he had fallen. His head was in a pool of blood, and it had got in his sparse gray hair and made him look rather dreadful; but MT. Dunn knelt beside him and discovered with joy in his heart, that the man was still alive. He and the farmer carried the wounded man into MT Dunn's office and laid him on a leather couch, and then MT. Dunn reached for telephone and hur- riedly called a doctor, while the farmer soaked a handkerchief in water at the cooler in the corner of the room and bathed MT. Ho- bart's forehead with clumsy ten derneSS.
 The young clerk who had been slugged into inconsistencies came to and sat up groggily, his head webbing a little. He raised one hand and touched his aching tenn pie gingerly, said, "Oooc~oh" in a low, shaky voice, and tried to re- member just what had happened By the time the first of the hali dozen people who had managed te jam their way past the quakine stenographer at the door came inte the bank, he was trying to get tc his feet. Someone came back oi the grille and helped him, and he found himself the focal point for Q dozen eager questions, which ranged all the way from 'How dc you feel?" to "What happened?"
 The doctor came. presently. to at.