The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1893-08-26

himself with. and the third time he struck
the fellows the ring broke. ODonnelI
grabbed him and swung the sIungShot TO
bring it down on Gilligan'S head.
jumped forward just in time to
catch ODonnelPs arm and save the
laller's life. Then came a general fight,
Giiligan and Trusty Gearing and being
driven back and through the iron door
that leads into the entrance. Phillips
turned and ran down into the kitchen,
got knife, and was back in a
| second or two. By that time Giligan
lad fought his way into the front hall.
and, as he didn't have time to get at his
key to the outside door. he pushed open
Mrs. Martins cell door and cot into
her room. showed the door to and
barrlcaded it. One of the men
tried 10 kick the door open, but he could
not manage II, and then they all three
turned on me, swearing and yelling like
red-hot devils, | tried to back M 10
the side of the hall and get under
the stairs, but O'Donnell and Miller were
too quick and caught me. Dash you.'
| they hollered, we would be out now if it
wasn't for you, and with that they Jumped
| on me. and Phillips raised his knife, and
was just in the act of driving it
into my neck when Officer Doran
sung out from outside the front door,
Drop that knife or FL put bullet through
your head! And sure enough, there he
stood with his pistol leveled on Phil
lips. Phillips saw that he meant
business, and dropped the knife with
curse at me. Then more officers came
and the front door was unlocked and the
three men were driven back into their cor
rldor at the points of six or eight pistols.
Those three fellows went back sullenly
enough, tell you, and looked pretty black
and dangerous, but as it was only DGran's
| pistol that left me here to tell this story"
Trustv Charles Pipenburg is assigned
to kitchen duty at the jail, and at the time
of the outbreak was busy with ordinary
affairs. He heard the excitement in
| the corridor overhead, and stuck his
nose outside the door just in time
to see the three desperate men running
toward him. He knew in a minute, he
said, that they were making for the kitch-
en- and knew they would be after the
butcher knives, breadknives aid the
clever, which, latter instrument, would
be terrible weapon in the hands of des-
perate men. 1t was no doubt the inten-
tion of the men to arm themselves from
for them and ran iii ahead and had The
knives and cleayers out of the way. They
were baffied at this point securing only
caseknife and haStened back up the steps
| heading 10 the main corridor, where they
armed themselves with the heavy weights
on the scales, which stood alongside the
wall In the corridor they had things
their own way so far as Pipenburg was
concerned, as he did not dare to venture
up after them because of fear for his life.
Pipenburg says he does not believe 1t was
a conspiracy that extended beyond the
three men, as none of the twanty-one men
| in the ward, beside the three, made an
effort TO get out.
"0f course they focked to grating and
some of them may have stepped outside,''
he said, "but not with the intention of
helping the jail breakers. | am pretty
certain there was no conspiracy"
At this point OF the interview there
arose deafening elatter from across the
hail. Pipenburg said: That's them now;
they are all 10 the dark cell. They have
only one dark cell here, and we have to
put them in there. They will keep that
racket up all night. They are all dope
f1ends and will be awake all night through
nervousness. They want a pill"
The clatter grew louder and out of the
terrific din, way back in a halt-lighted
corridor, voice screamed out, Say, Gil
ligan, give ME drink of waterp'
That's O'Donnell now" said the trusty.
ITS hard gang in that cell; but they
don't care. They have all been up before.
and they knew they would get long SEN
tence at their next trial.
did Matheny make any move to get
0ut?" was asked.
mo: he was sitting back there and
made 10 movement"
When the reporter left at 10 O'Clock all
was quiet about the jail. The prisoners
had been locked in their cells and the
TRUSTEES were moving about quietly at their
various occupations.
There was nothing to disturb the silence
except the awful din from the three des-
peradoes in the dark cell who were beating
and kicking against their prison walls and
bowling to any one who would listen.
Jailer Gilligan was still little nervous
from the thought OF his narrow escape.
but he has been through such scenes be-