The morning call., 1892-12-10
A MAN OF NERVE.
How He Captured a Bomb
ThroWer.
81 WILL BLOW YOU UP"
A Startling Demand for noney Is net
With Fine Show of True
Grit.
al WILL BLOW YOU UP.

"Give me money quick or I'll blow you
upw
Three men stood behind the counter OF
the San Francisco Collateral Loan Bank,
53S Kearny street. at 80 o'clock yesterday
afternoon, when these startling words were
uttered by roughly dressed young fellow
who carried big parcel under his arm.
The three men behind the counter were
Manager Max Goldberg. Treasurer John III.
MeNee and Secretary Duncan McNee.
They were trying to keep their fingers warm
by counting stacks Of golden TWEEN ties and
piles OF greeDbacks, when the stranger
waited in with a gust Of wind.
The three men behind the counter had
not recovered from the shocking surprise
before the shabby visitor with the parcel
under his arm repeated the demand for
money with an oath for emphasis.
Give me money!" he shrieked, "or I'll
blow you skywardw
Visions OF the crank with dynamite
bomb who blew up Russell Sages Office ana
himself fioated before Max Goldberg and
John Ii. McNee. Forgetting about the
stacks of money and unredeemed pledges
behind the counter, they thought only of
safety by fight. 1t was not strange, then,
that they did not stand upon the order of
going, but went at once. They stumbled
and fell over each other as they fed TO the
street.
Not so was IL with Secretary Duncan
McNee. Even when the visitor deposited
his burden upon the counter and touched a
lighted cigar 10 what appeared TO be fuse
he staid his ground.
Come" howled the man with the sus-
picious-looking package, "be lively and
hand over your money before you are
blown TO eternity"
But Duncan McNee proved himself a man
OF nerve. he neither ran nor handed over
any money. Calmly reaching beneath the
counter, lie gTasped big pistol and -four
ished 1t in the money-hunler's face.
Go. you or I'll kill
you" eoolly said MeNee as he showed the
pistol under the shabby mans nose.
mo. guess you had better stay" con-
tinued McNee as his man started for the
door, leaving the parcel, fuse and all be-
mind. MeNee pursued the fellow, caught
him 10y the collar and marched him back.
BY this time the frightened manager and
treasurer had returned.
Then there was some rapid telephoping 10
Chief Crowley's Office, and Detectives Sey-
mour and SliYey started down Ke8rny
street on the run. The prisoner and his
parcel were turned over TO them.
George johnson Is the name given by the
prisoner. He was locked up in the City
Prison on charge OF an attempt to commit
robbery. To the detectives johnson made
4
haven't anything to say"
According to the story be told the officers
he is about so years old. and came to this
coast from Clinton, Ind, two years ago
de Is laborer and worked some time in
Los Angeles.
Since he came 10 this city several months
ago he has been out OF employment. Be-
coming desperate be decided TO commit
robbery by little ruse Of his own. This
little rnse was nothing more nor less than
procuring an empty shirtbox, fitting in
piece of rope in the side 10 resemble a fuse
and wrapping the whole In paper, leaving
visible about half an inch of the rope The
only trouble with bis scheme was that he
ran against The wrong man in his first
attempt
why didn't you shoot me ?" said John
son. when confronted by Duncan McNee in
the City Prison. I'm sorry you didn't"
Because" answered McNee calmly, 81
think you would look better in convict
stripes than in a coffin"