while the bank was yet lighted, and Mr. Jackson and another clerk
were at work here, three well-dressed men pick the lock of the
counting-house door, enter, and turn the key on the clerks in this
parlor, and carry away a box of doubloons not yet placed in the
vaults by the porter; and all this done so cautiously that the
clerks within knew nothing of it until notified of the open street
door by the private watchman, and so boldly that the watchman,
seeing them here, believed them clerks of the bank, and let them go
unmolested. No: this was the coincidence of good luck, not of bold
premeditation. There will be no second attempt. (Yawns.) If they
don't come soon I shall fall asleep. Four nights without rest will
tell on a man, unless he has some excitement to back him. (Nods.)
Hallo! What was that? Oh! Jackson in the counting-room getting to
bed. I'll look at that front door myself. (Takes revolver from
desk and goes to door C., tries lock, comes down stage with
revolver, examines it, and lays it down.)

Oakhurst (slowly and quietly.) The door is locked on the outside:
that may have been an accident. The caps are taken from my pistol:
THAT was not! Well, here is the vault, and here is John Oakhurst:
to reach the one, they must pass the other.

(Takes off his coat, seizes poker from grate, and approaches safe.)
Ha! some one is moving in the old man's room. (Approaches door of
room R. as--

Enter noiselessly and cautiously from room L., PRITCHARD, SILKY,
and SOAPY. PRITCHARD and his confederates approach OAKHURST from
behind, carrying lariat, or slip-noose.