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and legs exposed to view. George Ives’ horse was blanketed in the
same way. It was a dappled gray, with a roached mane. He himself
was masked with a piece of a gray blanket, with the necessary
perforations. Zachary rode a blue-gray horse, belonging to Bob
Dempsey, (“All the country” was their stable)—blanketed like the
others—and his mask was a piece of a Jersey shirt.
Ives was on the off side of the driver, and Graves on the near side.
When Zachary walked up to Southmayde, he said, “Shut your eyes.”
This Southmayde respectfully declined, and the matter was not
pressed. Bob then took Leroy’s pistol and money, and threw them
down.
While Southmayde was being robbed, Billy, feeling tired, put down
his hands; upon which Ives instantly roared out, “Throw them up, you
——.” It is recorded that Billy obeyed with alacrity, though not with
cheerfulness.
Zachary walked up to Captain Moore and made a similar request.
The Captain declared with great solemnity, as he handed him his
purse, that it was “All he had in the world;” but it afterwards appeared
that a sum of $25 was not included in that estimate of his terrestial
assets; for he produced this money when the Road Agents had
disappeared.
Continuing his search, the relieving officer came to Billy, and
demanded his pistol, which was immediately handed over. Ives
asked, “Is it loaded,” and being answered in the negative, told Bob to
give it back to the owner. Tom Caldwell’s turn came next. He had
several small sums belonging to different parties, which he was
carrying for them to their friends, and also he had been
commissioned to make some purchases. As Bob approached him,
he exclaimed, “My God! what do you want with me; I have nothing.”
Graves told Zachary to let him alone, and inquired if there was
anything in the mail that they wanted. Tom said he did not think that
there was. Zachary stepped upon the brake bar and commenced an
examination, but found nothing. As Caldwell looked at Zachary while
he was thus occupied, Ives ordered him not to do that. Tom turned
and asked if he might look at him. Ives nodded.
Having finished his search, Zachary picked up his gun, and
stepped back. Ives dismissed the “parade” with the laconic
command, “Get up and ‘skedaddle.’”
The horses were somewhat restive, but Tom held them fast, and
Southmayde, with a view to reconnoitering, said in a whisper, “Tom,
drive slow.” Ives called out, “Drive on.” Leroy turned round on his
seat, determined to find out who the robbers were, and looked
carefully at them for nearly a minute, which Ives at last observing, he
yelled out, “If you don’t turn round, and mind your business, I’ll shoot
the top of your head off.” The three robbers gathered together, and
remained watching, till the coach was out of sight.
Leroy Southmayde lost $400 in gold, and Captain Moore delivered
up $100 in Treasury Notes, belonging to another man.
The coach proceeded on its way to Bannack without further
molestation, and on its arrival there, Plummer was in waiting, and
asked, “Was the coach robbed to-day?” and being told that it had
been, as Southmayde jumped down, he took him by the arm, and
knowing him to be Sheriff, Southmayde was just about to tell him all
about it, when Judge G. G. Bissell gave Leroy a slight nudge, and
motioned for him to step back, which he did, and the Judge told him
to be very careful what he told that man, meaning Plummer;
Southmayde closed one eye as a private signal of comprehension,
and rejoined Plummer, who said, “I think I can tell you who it was
that robbed you.” Leroy asked, “Who?” Plummer replied, “George
Ives was one of them.” Southmayde said, “I know; and the others
were Whiskey Bill and Bob Zachary; and I’ll live to see them hanged
before three weeks.” Plummer at once walked off, and though Leroy
was in town for three days, he never saw him afterwards. The object
of Plummer’s accusation of Ives was to see whether Southmayde
really knew anything. Some time after, Judge Bissell—who had
overheard Southmayde telling Plummer who the thieves were—
remarked to him, “Leroy, your life is not worth a cent.”
On the second day after, as Tom was returning, he saw Graves at
the Cold Spring Ranch, and took him on one side asking him if he
had heard of the “little robbery.” Graves replied that he had, and
asked him if he knew who were the perpetrators. Tom said, “No,”
adding, “And I wouldn’t for the world; for if I did, and told of them, I
shouldn’t live long.” “That’s a fact, Tom,” said Graves, “You wouldn’t
live fifteen minutes. I’ll tell you of a circumstance as happened to me
about bein’ robbed in Californy:
“One night about ten o’clock, me and my partner was ridin’ along,
and two fellers rode up and told us to throw up our hands, and give
up our money. We did it pretty quick I guess. They got $2,000 in
coined gold from us. I told ’em, ‘Boys,’ sez I, ‘It’s pretty rough to take
all we’ve got.’ So the feller said it was rather rough, and he gave us
back $40. About a week after, I seen the two fellers dealin’ Faro. I
looked pretty hard at them, and went out. One of the chaps follered
me, and sez he, ‘Ain’t you the man that was robbed the other night?’
‘No,’ sez I, for I was afraid to tell him the truth. Sez he, ‘I want you to
own up; I know you’re the man. Now I’m agoing to give you $4,000
for keeping your mouth shut,’ and he did, ——. Now you see, Tom,
that’s what I got for keepin’ my mouth shut. I saved my life, and got
$4,000.”
Ives made for Virginia City, and there told, in a house of ill-fame,
that he was the Bamboo chief that made Tom Caldwell throw up his
hands, and that, ——, he would do it again. He and a Colorado
driver, who was a friend of Caldwell’s went together to Nevada. Each
of them had a shot-gun. Ives was intoxicated. The driver asked Ives
whom did he suppose to be the robbers; to which he quickly replied,
“I am the Bamboo chief that robbed it,” etc., etc., as before
mentioned. The man then said, “Don’t you think Tom knows it?” “Of
course I do,” said George. As they came back to town, the driver
saw Tom, and waved to him to keep back, which he did, and sent a
man to inquire the reason of the signal. The messenger brought him
back information of what had passed, and told him to keep out of
Ives’ way, for he was drunk and might kill him.
The same evening, Tom and his friend went to the Cold Spring
Ranch together, on the coach, and the entire particulars came out, in
conversation. The driver finished the story by stating that he sat on
his horse, ready to shoot Ives, if he should succeed in getting the
“drop” on Caldwell.
Three days after, when Southmayde was about to return from
Bannack, Buck Stinson and Ned Ray came into the Express Office,
and asked who were for Virginia. On being told that there were none
but Southmayde, they said, “Well, then, we’ll go.” The Agent came
over and said to Leroy, “For God’s sake, don’t go; I believe you’ll be
killed.” Southmayde replied, “I have got to go; and if you’ll get me a
double-barrelled shot gun, I will take my chances.” Oliver’s Agent
accordingly provided Leroy Southmayde, Tom Caldwell, and a young
lad about sixteen years of age, who was also going by the coach to
Virginia, with a shot gun each. Leroy rode with Tom. They kept a
keen eye on a pair of Road Agents, one driving and the other
watching.
The journey was as monotonous as a night picket, until the coach
reached the crossing of the Stinkingwater, where two of the three
men that robbed it (Bob Zachary and Bill Graves) were together, in
front of the station, along with Aleck Carter. Buck Stinson saw them,
and shouted, “Ho! you —— Road Agents.” Said Leroy to Tom
Caldwell, “Tom, we’re gone up.” Said Tom, “That’s so.”
At the Cold Spring Station, where the coach stopped for supper,
the amiable trio came up. They were, of course fully armed with gun,
pistols and knife. Two of them set down their guns at the door, and
came in. Aleck Carter had his gun slung at his back. Bob Zachary
feigning to be drunk, called out, “I’d like to see the —— man that
don’t like Stone.” Finding that, as far as could be ascertained,
everybody present, had a very high opinion of Stone, he called for a
treat to all hands, which having been disposed of, he bought a bottle
of whiskey and behaved “miscellaneously” till the coach started.
After going about a quarter of a mile, they wheeled their horses
and called “Halt.” The instant the word left their lips, Leroy dropped
his gun on Aleck Carter; Tom Caldwell, and the other passenger
each picked his man, and drew a bead on him, at the same moment.
Aleck Carter called out, “We only want you to take a drink; but you
can shoot and be ——, if you want to.” Producing the bottle, it was
handed round; but Leroy and Tom only touched their lips to it. Tom
believed it to be poisoned. After politely inquiring if any of the ——
wanted any more, they wheeled their horses, saying, “We’re off for
Pete Daley’s,” and clapped spurs to their horses, and headed for the
Ranch, going on a keen run.
Before leaving Cold Spring Ranch, Leroy Southmayde told Tom
that he saw through it all, and would leave the coach; but Tom said
he would take Buck up beside him, and that surely the other fellow
could watch Ray. Buck did not like the arrangement; but Tom said,
“You’re an old driver, and I want you up with me, ——.”
The two passengers sat with their shot guns across their knees,
ready for a move on the part of either of the robbers.
At Lorraine’s Ranch, Leroy and Caldwell went out a little way from
the place, with the bridles in their hands, and talked about the
“situation.” They agreed that it was pretty rough, and were debating
the propriety of taking to the brush, and leaving the coach, when
their peace of mind was in no way assured by seeing that Buck
Stinson was close to them, and must have overheard every word
they had uttered. Buck endeavored to allay their fears by saying
there was no danger. They told him that they were armed, and that if
they were attacked, they would make it a warm time for some of
them; at any rate, they would “get” three or four of them. Buck
replied, “Gentlemen, I pledge you my word, my honor, and my life,
that you will not be attacked between this and Virginia.”
The coach went on, directly the horses were hitched up, and Buck
commenced roaring out a song, without intermission, till at last he
became tired, and then, at his request, Ray took up the chorus. This
was the signal to the other three to keep off. Had the song ceased,
an attack would have been at once made, but, without going into
Algebra, they were able to ascertain that such a venture had more
peril than profit, and so they let it alone. The driver, Southmayde and
the young passenger were not sorry when they alighted safe in town.
Ned Ray called on Southmayde and told him that if he knew who
committed the robbery he should not tell; for that death would be his
portion if he did.
CHAPTER XIV.
THE OPENING OF THE BALL—GEORGE IVES.