"So you got a gang of cutthroats together and were going to steal the horses to go down there and try it, hey?"
"I could do it as well as Jesse James—"
"That will do," warned the notorious outlaw. "How many banks are there in Silver City?"
"Two. But I reckon the other one don't amount to much. It's in the back of a store about two streets down."
"What is the name of the first one?"
"The Silver City National. It's run by a man named Kemp from the east. But they do say he's stole more money by giving the miners underweight, than the whole pack of 'em has got out of it. I reckon it wouldn't do no harm to trim up that kind of a skunk."
"No, one skunk is as bad as another," returned Jesse significantly. "How much money or how much gold did you figure old man Kemp would have in his money bags?"
"We figured there'd be close onto fifty thousand," was the startling reply.
The bandits pricked up their ears and evinced a sudden interest in the conversation, but Jesse continued with his examination as carelessly as if the matter were of no moment to him at all.
"How do you happen to know all about this, Sagebrush Sam?"