The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-12-17
TIE MAKING AND UNDOING OF AN OUTLAW
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 ihey had been equipped it was 7
 ss,rioctr at night. The brave little knot
 nf men had barely moved from range
 nf inc faint glow of the station lamps
 evei fbev were swallowed by the ihky
 rloom of A night whose blackness was
 enhanced by the thick curtain or TOT
 est trees It was frightful, that tramp
 through a night as dark as Blind
 stumbling, groping through ollnn
 roads and stiIl binder trails. Literal
 iv feeling their way along the prog
 rsxs was slow. Close behind each
 other. they kept. with kind or very
 sf3w lockstep. Not an inch m Iroht could they see and such a tning as tbe flare of a match was not 10 De
 sherght of. if might mean suicide.
 It must have been somewhere apou- me o'clock in the morning that the weary posse came to desertea house known as the old Stewart piace'-tne
 former home of one of the members Q.
 fine posse The old house was punt
 =. rnoiJ The trees were immediate
 lvs around it and an uncanny, spectra'
 ar,pearance it had, giving one creepy sensation. As they drew nearer tne bleak. barren old frame structure with It's broken window tpanes limiting or horrible stories, heightened the weird aspect 4 halt was made, a oriet whispered conference was held and Tn skirmish drill order they crawled on feet and hands, at a distance Of ten feet apart up the gentle slope leading to the house. Creeping up and eau tiously raising to an upright position i Tom Watts. the leader, peered in' the place was empty.
 Another whispered conference was held and a visit to the barn just In the rear of the house was decided pm. It was a rickety, old fashioned shed with a wagon way through the lnfk hnx fn m each side.
 The Murder of Stewart.
 They were about to enter tall door opening on the wagon way when a slight. muffled noise was heard. Thinking it was pigs, or some animal Ashe was starting through the door when Watt clutching his arm Jerked him back with an involuntary, you Cool" In another half second the onca heard, never 10 be forgotten sound of d Winchester breech being softly op- encd came with startling distinctness. Tom Watt had saved the life of the deputy sheriff of Baldwin county. No 0ctd for whispered conference now. Win the sound of the gunlock inside the gloomy old barn four men had, with the quickness of thought. jumped behind trees. Ashe and Wilkins had in the darkness drawn the capitl prize. Each of them was behind a broad oak in front of the barn. Stew art found a big tree near the rear and on one side of the barn while the best Watt could do was mulberry tree. Enarled in the shape of big letter .S" The mulberry tree afforded the least protection and with tigerlike cum ming the man in the barn saw 1t. The first human sound that had been made since the departure of the knot of men from the Bay Minette station hours, ages it seemed-before same then.
 What do you all wantT' came a voice from the barn.
 We want you, Morris Slater, will you come out or be killed?'
 A great rush of oaths tumbied over each other from the barn. That was the answer. Then cane the gun play. Ali too quickly the dark nluzzle of q rifle poked its ugly nose through the big opening between some blanks in the stable. In the dim light it looked as big as one of the fifteen inch guns roking frcm the. turrets of a battle Efip. And when it got busy the first report sounded like the roar of one of those great gurs.
 Realizing that his bullets were use- less againstthe oak trees Slater con- mulberry tree. The first shot came close to putting Watt to death. grazing l his left ear. plougking through his | hair and cutting his hat band. Shak ing his head like water dog after a swim, Watt blazed away with heavy | load of buckshot at the spot where tho flash came from. So quick as to all most sound like one report another came from the barn. It was several feet from the spot of the first shot. Slater being able to move about in the stable He was firing now as rapidly ss he could pump his Winchester. It was getting entirely too warm for tine man behind the mulberry, one shot having grazed his side and gone through his coat tails.
 Dropping back a few feet Watt | jumped behind a peach tree. but the | hurricane of balls from the memorable | gun in the barn soon made that place | impossible. Ashe, Wilkins and Stew | art were all three firing at the barn as | rapidly as possible, and the roar caus- | ed by the five guns was deafening. | There was momentary Hull as Slater | opened his gun to fill the chamber. | Watt had fired twenty times and the | negro something more than that | Leaving the peachtree Watt dashed | around to the vacant house. reloading | as he ran. Getting into a room the | window of which fronted on and was | not many feet from the barn he con ! tinued to pour shot through the win | dow into the barn. The crossfire | from he four guns was making a per | feet sieve of the barn, but doggedly l Slater continued his answering fire.
 About 8 o'clock in the morning two | shots rang out in quick succession | from Stewards side of the barn. For | several seconds not a sound was heard | from Skaters gun in the barn. Ashe | whistled and. knowing that something | was up, Watt left the house and start | ed toward the barn where he was join l ed by Ashe and Wilkins. Going around | the barn they heard a stifled groan. ! Prone on the ground, his face buried | in the moist earth. his rifle clinchcc | in his hands which were thrown out | in front of him, poor Stewart lay | dead.
 The rapid cross fire had dislodged | Slater and he was forced to make a dash for liberty. He ran from the corner near Stewards tree. and the lat ter seeing him coming stepped from behind the tree to shoot. The demon IacaI negro saw him and was too quick. TIe fired as he ran and the ball went home while Stewards went wide of the mark.
 Mr. Mckinney Takes & Hand.
 A month or so after the killing of BOOT Stewart, Superintendent McKin-