JOE. Then he tied you.
SAM. What could I do? There was his gun—and I wasn't even on my feet—anybody could tie a fellow that way—I could tie you, couldn't I? [To JIM.
JIM. If you had the gun?
SAM. Yes.
JIM. Well, rather.
SAM. [Indignantly.] The ropes cut clean through here at my wrists, and there was a mark over one eye where I fell against the safe—and then the company said I was an accomplice.
JOE. Then I s'pose he jis' deliberately packed his little valise full of green-backs and—[Pantomimes.]—got out!
SAM. A hundred and twenty thousand—
JOE. Jump off?
SAM. No—got off at a water-tank.