Little Falls herald. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1889-1950, 1906-01-19


voice and lungs Tue crowd began to
murmur. I moved back against the
side OF the station, keeping the
schoolteacher besides me-
Richardson. keep the crowd back
I said but Richardson decided he
wanted nothing more to do with the
affair.
Il resign as deputy marsha],' he
said.
Ihe crowd drew in closer. could
sec men galloping into town, and
knew they were farmers who had been
aroused by their children's tale of the
struggle in the echoolhonse They dis.
mounted and told the story given bv
the chllden. The crowd s1rRed In
[ had the shotgun and q revolver,
with another revolver in my pocket.
l discarded the shotgun and drew q
second revolver. All the while the
school teacher kept haranguing the
crowd, melting them to hang me and
praying to them to rescue him. The
mob actually surrounded the station.
Give up that man. demanded one
OF their number, sturdy fellow, not
twenty feet from me.
The first man of you who touches
him or me dies in his track.,' I said,
while the school teacher begged them
to rescue him from nv clotch.s.
Do not let him take an innocent
man to be murdered shrieked the
school teacher.
The crowd surged in. I gripped
both revolyere, thinking, here she
comes steady, old man, steady and
decided that the bleating school
| teacher would be one Of US on the
other side when they picked up the
bodies. Stand back Stand back I
shouted, at bay, one man standing
off q whole town.
II aourished the guns, then leyeiled
them, and just as l expected to have
the crash come, q big fellow burst
! through the crowd.
whats upa' he said, as his eyes
| took In the braying school teacher
handcuffed at my feet, the surginR
crowd and myself, up against the sta.
tion wall, revolver in each hand.
The big fellows hands few to his
hip pockets. Out Tipped two guns as
he sprang over besides me and backed
up against the wall.
| "A Thousand to one,'' he chuckled,
God, but YOU'RE game man. " He
looked out of two fearlees blue eyes at
the crowd. Come on, you villains /
he shouted. Come on Who'll be the
first to die."
1T was superb. The man was q
whirlwind in his way.
Pm Quinn, sheriff Of the next
county, he said to me rapidly.
whats it all aboutf''
! II am an officer from St. Paul, and
these people are after my prisoner ]
said.
80 no I" said Quinn. well, they
don t get him.
! He eyed the crowd.
''6et back Ba K upl' he shouted
Back up or I'll back you up! One,
twe' he counted.
The crowd began to give, and the
space in front Of us grew as Quinn
counted one and two. He laughed and
laughed. I. tnrned to the telegraph
operator and told him to take dis
patch as dictated it and send it at
once. AS we stood, revolver in hand.
the telegraph od6ce, I sent q telegram
to Marsahl Campbell saying we would
arrive In st. Paol by the next train.
1t gets in at one O'Clock in the
! morning. said Grim, and put the
hour in the despatch.
Richardson came up then. and
gave him the shotgun and money to
pay the liveryman. and he drove
| away; and later wrote to the livery
| man, who replied that all was satis-
factory. Quinn stood by until the
train arrived. and he boarded it with
| ine and rode to the third station be-
yond, here he left me with a hearty
handshAke and laugh when I
thanked him. The school teacher had
subsided. except to remind me occa.
sionalIy that I would suffer for treat
ing an innocent man in this way. He
may have realized how close to death
he was on the station platform. Mar
shal Campbell met as at the train at
one O'Clock in tbs morning in st.
Paul.
This IL Heres. Isaid t. Camp
helll
Up spoke the school teacher, 90 IL
he were shout TO shout again for 4
crowd Of rescueIs.
Ny name Is NOT HERES; my name
10 John Walker, " he said. someone
will pay for this. =
L shook Campbell. We stepped