The Red Cloud chief., 1888-08-17
4 C-STGRATE OUTLAW.
Ills Pursuit and Capture by q Nervys
Cool II loaded Detective.

SxlS 1uESuIt ana NaDtuTS ny
CoOl-Ilealc Detective.
A Canadian officer ut Calgary, n. w. T.,
tells u New York Post correspondent this
story of ar adventure with a desperate
whisky-trader: Il have had some close
calls with whisky-traders in my time, and
still,' he added, m~editatively, II never had
to shoot one YETI After IA moments
pause he continued: "Onc Of the most des-
perate men 1 ever arrested for having
whisky in his possession was Blank. 1t was
in the fall of 1So6. lie had Il f~our-in-hand
load of whisky, gin and brandy that he was
running across, and he and his partner
were both riding in the wagon. Blank hav-
ing no saddie-horsc. This cargo was all he
possessed in the world, and he knew that il
he was caught he coIld not pay a inc of
500, for this was his second ~ofTcnsc, and, Of
course. his four horses. wagon and liquor
would be confiscated. When / first caught
sight of thcm'thcy were about three miles
OF. and l al once rode towards them to SEQ
who they we're. As soon as they saw that
l Uas after them they whipped their horses
up to "a gal!op, bat my horse was fresh and
a fast unncr and before they had gone far
it was plain to see that I was gaining fast
on them. As soon Us Blank saw this he
stopped, cut OF the leaders. and mounting
ono Of them, gallopcd OF: but by this time
l was within half a milo Of the wagon.
"When l rode UP alongside | saw at q
glance that it contained whisky, and also
that the man who remained with it was not
its owner. Idismounted and made him my
prisoner, telling him 10 remain there with
the wagon until l returned. Look here,
stranger said he, 'dOn't follow that man,
he won't be taken alive. He is armed with
a Winchester and a Colts revolver, INT to
prove to you that he won't be taken alive,
I'll tell you who it is. It's Blank
"'That's the very man I want said /. /
jumped on my horse and put the spurs to
him and rode after Blank. I caught up to
him about half a mile further On in Il cOulee,
wheA he had dlsmoun;cI anu was trying to
hide. l gallOpcd up 10 lain So fast, and
pulled up so quiet. that. ii stepping back to
avoid my horse, he caught has heel OF tho
ground and fol. Before he could regain
his feet l had dismountcd and covered him
with my revolver. He sprang to his feet
and tried to draw his. / land my hand on
his shoulder. telling him that he was my
prisoner, at the same time holding my re-
v0aver close to his head. BY this time he
bad his partly drawn, and, seeing this, I
pressed the trigger until the hammer Of
self-cockcr was as far back IS it could
60 without swapping. He told me to shoot
and be cursed, and at the same time sprang
forward, SO that tho barrel of my pistol
caught him on the temple, tearing q deep
cash back into his scalp about six inches
long. This partly stunned him, but in two
or three seconds he recovered.
"His revolver was q Colts g single.
action, and therefore it required to DO
cooked before it could be fired. By this
time it was drawn. and he attempted to cock
it. l caught hold Of the hand in which he
held it and turned it to one side, and at the
same time told him that l would count ten,
and if he did not drop his pistol when the
number was counted I would blow out his
brains. He called out: BLOW away I
counted up to nine, and pressed the trigger
90 that the hammer rose, and on seeing this
he dropped his weapon and gave himself
up. I got HIM mounted on his horse and
brought him back to tho wagon. Every
thing was as I had left It. but the prisoner
who had been there was gone, and I did not
blame him for going.
"Of all the men ! ever arrested this was
one Of b most desperate. II I had given
him tho least chance he would have shot
me- On the other hand, had I been in tho
least excited I should have shot him. But I
am not Of an excitable nature, and besides
I never want to take away that which I -
never return"
swell, yes" said ], 81 think . good
many men would have lost their heads
under sush circumstances and pulled tho
trigger"
IL suppose some might have done, co."
said Simmons, as he scratched q match to
light his pipe, which had gone out while he
was talking. Then he added thoughtfully:
"What puzzled me most is that when he
ran with such force against my revolver
when my finger was pressed against the
trigger it didn't 60 of and shoot him"