Ed Ortman probably did not even hear the two of them enter the bank. He at least appeared genuinely startled as he turned to enter the cashier’s cage and caught sight of Leo, whom he recognized immediately.
“Damn it, you again! What for, the last time wasn’t enough?”
“Oh no, this is personal, just for you. I’ll teach you to swear falsely against me,” Leo replied while waving a gun very close to the teller’s face.
“Wasn’t nothing false in what I swore against you. Look at yourself, you just being here proves that, don’t it?”
“You shut your mouth and get to giving me that money!” Leo shouted back, his cheeks flushed with anger. As he did so Williams, who had faded back a few steps, told him to keep his voice down. As Leo turned to answer his partner Ortman made a break for the office area at the rear of the bank. Both of them took off after the man and it was Leo was managed to grab him by his coat collar just as he was trying to slam the office door shut. He pulled the man close and pointed the gun directly at his face.
“Why would you run like that? You trying to get shot or something?”
Ortman, who seemed to be keeping his composure better than Leo, gave a small smile before replying. “Well, you didn’t shoot me last time now, did you?”
“You didn’t give me no reason to. Don’t take things like that as promises about the future. Now, I got a score to settle with you about that affidavit,”
“Hey, look out now!” Williams interrupted from his position a few feet away which he has taken up so he could observe the front door. “We got company.”
Leo, still holding the teller firmly by his collar, dragged the man along as he took a few steps toward his partner. As he did so, the two men whom Williams had observed walking up to the bank stepped through the door. They were both in their early to middle fifties, dressed in work clothes, with the taller of the two men smoking a cigarette. Before they were even two steps into the building Williams raised his gun and pointed it at them.
“You two, get your hands up!”
Both men stopped but did not comply, looks of confusion quickly changing to fear as they realized what was going on within the bank.
“Hands up boys, right now! And start walking toward my partner over there.”
This time they both complied, slowly stepping toward and past Leo, who waved them on toward the back with his gun. Ed Ortman tried to reassure the men, who both were regular customers and one a personal friend.
“Take it easy Bill, you too Frank. These guys aren’t planning on hurting no one.”
“Except you,” Leo rejoined, “I got some business with you after we get the cash.”
Ortman’s face betrayed his apprehension at that remark but he smiled at his two customers anyway in an effort to keep them calm. Leo made the two men lay face down on the floor, then pushed the teller toward the cashier’s cage.
“Get me my money!”
Ed did as he was told, stepping into the cage and then handing back a bag. Leo glanced inside it and his cheeks flushed again.
“You better not be trying my patience! Give me the rest!”
“Christ man, we got more company!” Williams was also now talking rather loudly. “Lots more! We gotta scram right now.”
Leo could see that his partner was correct as six or seven men, all in typical farmer’s attire, were approaching the door of the bank. It was far too many men for the two of them to handle. He turned to Ed Ortman.
“I guess I’ll have to come back another time to finish up with you.”
He then took off running toward the front door, cash bag in hand, and Williams followed closely behind. They pushed their way past the farmers, sprinted to the car and jumped in with Leo gunning the engine before Williams had even closed his door. As the witnesses would later recount for the FBI, the vehicle first headed east and then it made a careening turn to the south before disappearing from their view.
The word went out quickly in the community and the sheriff’s department was alerted within five minutes of the bandits getaway. The radio call, which detailed the vehicles general direction of travel, reached the squad car of Deputy Arthur McIntee. He was on patrol in the area just north of Paynesville, a small town twenty miles to the south of Meier Grove. Arthur was fairly new to the force, having joined just nine months before, and was a stocky, blond-haired young man with a hastily receding hair line. The call excited him as he had joined the department with the intention of making a name for himself and hopefully becoming sheriff one day. Capturing two fleeing bank robbers would be a great start to accomplishing that goal. Having grown up just ten miles west of Paynesville he knew the area well, and pulled his vehicle into a hidden driveway north of the small community. Sitting at that vantage point he would be able to see any vehicles coming from the north and hopefully be able to intercept the fleeing bandits.
Back in Meier Grove Sheriff Paul Henderson had quickly formed a posse to pursue the men and they headed out of town in six private vehicles and two police cars about thirty minutes after the robbery. Just as they did so Leo and Williams, who had stopped at an unknown location for fifteen minutes when their vehicle started to overheat, slid around a turn in the road that exposed them to Deputy McIntee. As they came into view, driving at a very high speed and in a vehicle matching the radio broadcast description, the young law enforcement officer put his patrol car into gear and prepared to speed out and intercept the getaway vehicle.
…to be continued