The rest of us hid in the hills outside of Boomtown, by the old abandonded mining camp . Two days after we heard that Black Bart was coming to town, the deputy came up the hill, panting like a steam engine goin' up a hill. Black Bart had come and gone. He spent some time in the bank, and left. We all wanted to get back home, especially the banker. He was fretting all the way back to town, worried if there was any money left in the bank.
The barman said that Black Bart smiled allthe time he was here. Paid for his drinks and left a tip. We all tried to crowd into the bank to see what was left of it, but the sherriff made us wait outside. The banker went in, trembling. We all worked up a thirst in the dusty sun waiting for him to come back out.
He finally did, told us that all the money was still in the bank, except two hundred dollars had been taken. On the desk was a note saying that Bartholomew Harris had withdrawn some money to give to his god-daughter on her fifth birthday.
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