Arizona republican., 1909-11-23

avenue and Roosevelt street. Marshal ! Moore and Officer Harry Gaskin re- ! sponded.
 When they arrived at the scene they
 were told that the man had gone down ! Second avenue. They followed and | about at First avenue and Monroe | street came upon McMahon who was being pursued by Alic Kellogg. who | has ranch up at Bloody Basin Kel- | logg just came to town after a few months of COW punching and was ! r ather looking for a good time with
 a little excitement mixed in. He was | loping gently along when he chanced
 to meet McMahon who was standing
 in the middle of the road cutting cir i cles in the air with razor Women
 and children were screaming and scat | tering on all sides while men stood by
 at a respectful distance. IL looked like
 a fair days sport to Kellogg SD he 1 loosened his rope and slowly cantered ! after McMahon. Moore and Gaskin ' on bicycles drew along side of him and the three closed in on McMahon. They came on the half crazed man ] ! office. McMahon ran into the crowd | in front of the office slashng about him. Some of those on the street ran 1 into the postoffice to get away from | him, while others fled to the street i Some of those who saw him did not realize that he was armed as he car ried the razor part of the time hidden in his coat But all who got close enough to him saw and fled. for the
 man had murder in his eyes and swung the razor the instant anyone came near him.
 On the sidewalk in front of the post
 office William Tipton attempted to grapple with the man. He told Moore
 to grab one arm while he got the oth- CT This was more difficult than it looked. Moore threw his bicycle in the road and started for McMahdn. He grabbed McMahon by the arm but the latter instantly slashed at him. Moore let go and McMahon ran at Gaskin. By this time the scene had 1 shifted to the road in front of the Santa Fe office on Center street Gas { kin struck at him with a billy and he 1 turned again on the marshal Moore
 drew his revolver. cooked it and aimed
 at McMahon. He did not like the looks 1 of the gun and started for Gaskin again. This time Gaskin grabbed him and received a slash which cut through 1 the sleeve of his coat. X second slash went clear through the officers glove
 and drew blood. Gaskin got in one
 good crack with his club but this did ! m fa Rhac ha q f,, las
 least. McMahon sprang into the road ] again while the crowd in front of the
 Adams separated in all direction and made for safer places from which to
 view the spectacle.
 Out in the center of the stree. calm : ly, swinging the rope about his head
 in gentle undulations was Kellogg. the cowboy. As McMahon ran out Kellogg
 let go. The rope settled softly over
 the mad mans shoulders but Me Mahon saw it and ducked Kellogg gathered in the rope and waited IL was at this critical point that Harry Mitchell happened to come out
 of the Adams. He is a brother of 1 George Mitchell, president and general
 manager of the Clara Consolidated.
 and is himself the superintendent of
 that well known mining company. Mir
 Mitchell is a large strong man and did
 not hesitate for a moment McMahon
 is man or perhaps 1S0 pounds and with the razor as a weapon was no mean antagonist Mitchell tried a football tackle on the mad man AL
 most instanly he was thrown back
 bleeding from three cuts on his face
 One of them. on the letf side of his
 face. severed the lower part of his ear
 and drew a red line to his eye The severest cuts were on the right side of his neck and were close to the danger mark Another cut was across the ab- domen. but on account of the heavy
 clothing it did not penetrate through
 to the flesh.
 Mitchell was helped away by his friends and for a single second the mad man stood dazed at the sight of blood. He was standing on the walk between the Heard office and the Ad-
 ans hotel. few feet away on his
 pony was Kellogg. He was twirling
 the rope lightly about his head. as
 though to try the suppleness of his
 wrist. Over beyong, crouching down
 waiting for their chance, were the po- lice officers In the doorway of the Heard office. of the Hotel Adams. and in semicircles thirty feet away was the crowd that had gathered to see the fracas. every individual of it alert and
 ready to get away like the picadors
 standing about an infuriated bull
 McMahon looked about for new victim. I>Then he held up the razor
 curiously and looked at the blood on
 the blade. There was a swish in the air He held up one arm to guard but
 it was too late. The lariat settled about his shoulders and dropped over his arms. Kellogg gave one yelp to his pOney and dug in the spurs. The
 mad man was yanHed from his feet and dragged in the dust McMahon cut at the rope but could not reach it