The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-09-18

the detectives on Monday. He is want
ed in 2 dozen different places for {
score Of crimes, and known personally
to every detective in the country of II
years experience. MasOn's days of LID
erty, if caught, were numbered, and he
| knew it. If it required a life or two
| to prolong them, why he was perfectly
| willing to sacrifice them.
| When Mason appeared in New York.
Captain McClusky resolved to get him
| at ell hazards. He didn't go . ong
his old and tried men for man for the
! job: he didn't even select a detective
sergeant. He sent down stairs for
Fogarty, a plain detective officer of two
years experience
''Fogerty," he said, I'm going to
give you the toughest and most dan
gerous assignment that l have given
since 7 took charge of this office. Bill
Mason is in New York. and We want
bin. We haven't seen him, but certain
of his pals have been seen here. and
you must get at him through them he
may get out of the city any moment.
You must get him. You know enough
of Mason to know that YOU take your
Life in your hands when you undertake
to arrest him. / caution you to use the
greatest care. for
HE WILL KILL YOU IF HE CAN.
1--WE want him alive, but will take
him dead. if there's no other way of
getting him.
Now. Detective Fogarty is just five
feet five inches tall, but he is one mass
of muscle and pluck, and wasn't in the
least intimidated by the tales he had
heard of Mason's gigantic stature and
desperate character. He didn't even
know that there was a reward of s., 500
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hadn't thought it necessary to tell him.
How Fogarty got on Meson's track
has been told. In the Sc of his
search for him he dug I'd - scheme TO
commit = big robbery in which Mason
and three others were involved, and he
saw a chance to bag a rare lot of jail
birds. Captain McClusky assigned De-
tective Trip, another little fiye-footer,
to help him, but warned Fogarty to get
Mason. if he had to let the others go.
The detectives came up with the four
worthless on Monday night, near the
West Shore ferry, at the foot of West
Forty-second street. Fogarty was
afraid that in scramble with the four
Mason might get away, so two other
detectives who were found near the
ferry were called into service to hold
off two of the crooks. Trip was to
tackle Red Spencer, and Fogarty was
to go for Mason.
Striding I'D to the big fellow, Fo-
garty made a long reach. and, touching
him on the shoulder. said:
Mason want you"
Big Bill turned around and gave one
look at the little detective. He seemed
undecided whether to chew him up or
throw him into the river. Fogarty
WINGED with pain. Then he realized
hot a M
muscle, if not of inches. Quick as a
flash he threw his arm around behind
him and hauled out big 4S-calibre re-
volver. Fogarty threw both of his
arms around the big fellow. and then
began mighty struggle.
Mason cursed with rage and fought
furiously to free his pistol arm. A
crowd gathered, but no one offered to
help. Fogarty realized that it was a
life and death struggle for him, for he
knew that Mason would shoot to kill
If he got the chance: so he chung on to
his big adversary for dear life, waiting
for an opening to get possession of the
pistol.
Mason managed to free his left arm
after a few seconds and, clenching his
fist. he rained blow after blow upon
the detectives head. Fogarty realized
that he couldn't stand this very long.
so he suddenly let go of Mason's right
arm, and,
GRABBING THE PISTOL WITH
ONE HAND,
sent a terrific blow on the crooks
with the other. hoping to
double him up. But Mason was a
tough customer-he didn't double up.
With a mighty effort ne wrenched his
right hand free and jamming the pis-
toll against Fogarty's stomach, pulled
the trigger.
Fogarty's life was saved by the merest
accident In a desperate effort to grasp
the pistol again, he showed his finger
between the cartridge and the hammer,
and the hammer fell harmlessly on his
finger Then Mason managed to cock |
the revolver again. and, by sheer
strength, forced up to Fogarty's left |
breast. The detective had but slight |
grip on the weapon, but as long as his |
niger was between the hammer and |
he cartridge he knew ne was safe.