The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1889-02-07
NUMBER SO

they had got hold of the coin by holding
up stage. They did big business and
were making plenty Of money.
cit was the custom then to close up
the games at 10 o'clock on Sunday night.
Glenn and one of his partners came to
me and asked me to mix them up two
bottles of cocktails. He wanted them
in champagne bottles and had the labels
scratched off. wondered what all that
meant, and found out later. 1 also no
ticed that Glenn Lee had borrowed a
light overcoat from Charlie Dexter.
''As soon as their place was closed,
Glenn and his partner mounted their
horses on B street and rode out of town.
Glenn was riding horse that he hired
from the chief of police. All the ami
mails were good, and as soon as they
were out of town they had chance to
show their speed. The four horsemen
spurred down the Geiger grade in the
darkness at a terrific rate. If you have
been over that road, you Know what
gallop down the grade on q dark night
means. 1t is steep and winding road
through the mountains. The turns are
sharp and, where it runs through Dead
Mans Gulch, slip over the edge would
send horse and rider to kingdom come in
no time.
THE four gamblers few over that
road to Washoe faster than anybody
ever went before, and made the thirty
four miles in less time than would dare
to tell. At Washoe they had four good
horses staked out, and it did not take
them long to shift saddles, try my cock
tails, mount and start off again. They
knew what they were after, and they did
not miscalculate time or distance.
I'm those days the stage companies
had good stock, and when the Reno
stage came along six horses were making
it spin. Four men sprang into the road,
and one of them shouted to the driver to
stop. The driver could not pull up short,
and the men had barely time to spring
aside and avoid the wheels. Glenn Lee
leveled his revolver and fired, and one
of the leaders fell dead. The other
horses tumbled over the one that was
down, and the stage was stopped, but
not before deputy sheriff on the box
had pulled gun and sent ball through
Clem's partner, Dick.
THE MARK ON CLEM's COAT.
"The passengers were ordered out and
ranged in line, the driver threw down
the box, and while the plumber was De-
ing gathered up one of the robbers said
to the disarmed deputy sheriff; 4 think
we ought to kill you, my friend Glen
Lee interfered and said: No; there's
been enough bloodshed. Let him alone
The stage was put to rights, everybody
got aboard, and it was driven away,
covered while in sight by the robbers
guns.
''The three gamblers buried their dead
pal, but where they dug his grave no.
body knows. Then they mounted their
horses, rode at desperate speed back to
Washoe, changed horses there and
pushed on up tho Geiger grade to vir-
ginia City, where they arrived at o'clock
in the morning and Immediately went to
bed. They felt pretty safe, as nobody
would suspect them of having made such
a trip in SO short time. They could not
have made it without relay of horses,
and even then they had to ride like
devils.
''But there was one little circumstance
that was insignificant in appearance and
fatal in fact. When Glen Lee sprang
aside to avoid the stage he raised his
right arm and covered tho driver with
his pistol. The forward wheel of the
coach grazed the under side of his arm
and ground into the sleeve streak of
mud that nothing could wipe out. A
lady in the coach was looking out OF the
window, and as the coach passed Lee she
saw the mark made by the wheel on his
coat sleeve.
"When she reached Virginia City,
and, with the other passengers, was
questioned by Cannon, she said: Look
for man with wheel mark on the
sleeve Of his light overcoat. That mark
was made by rapidly turning wheel,
and no brush ever was made that will
take it out
Cannon strolled up G street, and
Charlie Dexter came along with his
light overcoat on. Cannon glanced at
his sleeve, saw the wheel mark and
gathered him in. Of Course, it didn't
take Dexter long to remember who had
his coat on the niSht of the robbery, and
the three gamblers were captured and
sent to prison. One of them q shant
say wbich) was the son of famous
philanthropic millionaire of Washing
ton."-New York Star