Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1879-06-27
Throw Up Your Hands.

Throw Up Your Hands.
A recent dispatch from Texas bore
the news which has ceased to be sensa-
tional in this State, OF another daring
stage robbery-this time at Peg Leg,
on the banks of the San Saba, on the
eastern border of the Staked Plains.
The following particulars will show how
mail stages in Texas are robbed. The
coach, laden with mail sacks and several
passengers, coming east, approached
within one mile of Peg Leg. 1t was
nine o'clock at night, and the vehicle
rocked along in the dense and somber
shadow of the timber. bottom" or
swamp of the San Saba. The driver
was urging his horses upa smart as.
cent. The passengers, dreamy, tired
and half asleep, were suddenly startled
by the sharp" Whoa!" of the Jehu on
the outside. The stage stopped.
is this another stopping-place p"
lazily inquired one of the passengers.
"No. replied the driver coolly," but
it's six shooter post. office, l reckon"
The travellers began to take the hint,
and were soon confirmed in their sus.
picions when they next heard gruff
voice order the driver to drive off to
one side of the road.
The vehicle moved, but soon came to
standstill again.
In the mean time there was tremen-
dous and exciting furry inside the stage,
though not word was spoken. Each
passenger strove to see how much he
could hide about his person. All went
to work hiding jewelry and money.
Some slowed it away in their stockings,
down their back, up their sleeves, any
where. One stuck ten dollars in his
shoe ; one secreted the contents of his
pocket-book, which, however, he kept
ready, containing only one check as
make-believe.
The occupants of the coach now per-
ceived they were in the hands of the
Philistines nor were they surprised
when the same gruff voice as before,
blurted out:
You fellars in thar, step out one by
one, and if any man shows a six shooter
, we'll blow the top of his head off,
The order was obeyed. The first pas
senger to make his exit was military
Geographic operator, going to San An
tonic.
The boss robber asked him who and
what he was.
II am an operator" said the telegra
phist.
Then you must have money. Come,
fork over. Pull off them shoes"
The operator, whose overcoat one of
the robbers thoroughly overhauled, was
about reluctantly obeying the highway
man, when the latter, seemingly impa-
tent, said:
We'll, 1 rekin' you needn't take off
your shoes never mind EN-"
The operator gave them five dollars,
and saved a ten-dollar note he had in
his shoes. After going through the
man of electricity and voltaic batteries,
the robbers ordered him back into the
stage.
The next man ordered out was stage
agent named Rose, who had formerly
been stationed on the Rio Pecos. The
young man got out like one who is about
TO put his neck into the halter. Before
getting out, Rose had stuck his big six.
shooter into the waistband of his breech.
es, and nine hundred dollars in currency
he had IN his portemonnaie he had
stuffed around in his clothes to the best
Of his ability. He threw blanket over
his shoulders to conceal the pistol, which
he afterwards said he intended to use
on the highwayman in case of dire ne
cessity. As blind he had twenty dol
lars in silver in tobacco bag. Rose
stepped out into the shadow of a big
tree, and, with the air of @ man whose
last dime is leaving him, handed the
bag to the boss robber and said:
Let me have dollar and a half to
get good square meal in Peg Leg with,
won't you?"
The robber made no reply, but failed
to search Roses person. His nine hun.
dred dollars escaped.
One OF the travellers, Max Lindheim.
was the next unfortunate to step forth
and confront the highwaymen.
"Who in the devil are you ?" said
the robber-ip chief.
my name is Max Lindheim. Who
are you?"
"Shut up; git back thar, and fork
over everything" was the stern reply.
from behind the ominous and mysteri.
Gus mask.
Here's all I've got; take it," said
Lindheim, in a broken-down kind of
way, at the same time thrusting his
hand into his bosom and pulling out
eight dollars.
Turn them pockets inside out, and
that quickly!' exclaimed the chief
brigand.
Twelve dollars more resulted.
Now, throw up your hands, and
femme see them rings O. yourn."
One OF these is not mine, the other
is family relic, pleaded the passenger
rs he exhibited two beautiful rings. one
evidently q memento Of lady Friend.