"Silver City? What for?"
"We 'lowed we'd stake out a claim thereabouts."
"String him up again boys," commanded the bandit chieftain. "He can't tell the truth any other way."
"I'll tell, I'll tell," cried Sam. "Kill me, for God's sake don't do that again."
"I am waiting. Go on."
"It was this way," began the captive hesitatingly. "They's been some big strikes in the mountains there and the bank we'd heard was keeping a lot of the dust and like, for a big shipment east in about a week."
"So, you were going to soar high—you were planning to rob a bank, eh?" sneered Jesse.
Sam nodded wearily.
"Where is this bank?"
"It's in the half of the building where they has the postoffice. It's an easy job if a fellow's got the nerve to go in in the daytime when the safe is open—"