With a sweeping glance around him, Jesse, observed with a grin that the coast was clear, and came around the counter with the bag of precious loot in his hand.
Not a word was spoken as he passed around to the rear of the Postoffice case.
Raising his gun by the barrel he brought it down with terrific force, first on the head of one and then on the other of the bankers. They fell forward groaning.
"Follow me and guard the rear," announced Jesse to Wild Bill. "Here's a drunk for you baby," he added, tossing a thousand dollar bill to the hunch-back. "Better mosey or they'll be stringing you up before the sun is over the gulch. You'll get drunk and that'll be the end of you."
"Can't I go with you?" leered the outlaw. "I ain't no tenderfoot."
"Not unless you are ready to die," retorted Jesse
"Then I'll peach," was the sudden and unexpected reply.
A sudden rage leaped into the eyes of the outlaw.
Throwing his gun down on the horrible dwarf he pulled the trigger. "I guess that'll hold him a while," decided the outlaw with a cruel smile, as the dwarf fell over dead.