St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1909-04-17

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captive would be lying on the ground
also, with bullet in his brain
get back, you hounds he shouted,
as he stood at bay, fiourishing his
guns, one man against whole town.
AS he leveled the cleaning tubes
and took careful aim in anticipation
OF the rush of his antagonists, there
was a sudden commotion in the midst
OF the crowd, and big, athletic fell
low burst through the opposing line.
What's up?" he asked in stentorian
tones, as his eyes took in the scene
the braying school-teacher, lying hand
cuffed at his captor's feet, the surging
crowd, and the undaunted Murray,
standing erect against the station wall,
with revolver in each hand.
The newcomers hands flew to his
hip pockets. Out tipped two guns as
he sprang over beside the defective
and backed up against the wall.
"a thousand to one," he roared. by
God, but you're game mani" He
looked out of two fearless blue eyes at
the angry faces of the crowd Come
on, you cowardly villains" he shouted.
Come on. Who wants to be the
first man to die?"
1t was superb climax; the man
was a yeritable whirlwind in his way.
I'm Quinn, sheriff of the next coun-
ty," ne said rapidly to the detective.
Whats it all about?"
81 am an officer from st. Paul, and
these people are after my prisoner"
replied Murray.
Are they, indeed" quoted Sheriff
Quinn, truculently well, they don't
get him" He turned fereely on the
crowd.
Get back. Back up there" he
shouted Back up or I'll back you
up. One-tWo-" he counted, waving
his guns.
The crowd began to give, and the
space in front of the officers grew rap
idly as Quinn counted, until nothing
remained of the great mob saving a
few curious individuals who stayed at
a respectful distance. Murray shook
hands with his rescuer, and turning to
the telegraph operator told him to take
a dispatch as he dictated it, and send
it at once. AS they stood, reVolvers
in hand, backed up against the station
beside the telegraph Office, telegram
went to Marshall Campbell of st. Paul,
stating that Murray and his prisoner
would arrive in that city by the next
train, which Quinn said was due to
reach there at one o'clock in the morn
ing.
"Ex-Deputy" Richardson then came
and money to pay the liveryman from
whom the rig had been hired, and the
unwilling assistant drove away, con-
graduating himself on being through
with a most distasteful experience.
Sheriff Quinn stood by his new-found
comrade until the train arrived, when
he boarded it and rode with Murray to
the third station beyond, where he left
the detective with hearty handshake
and a laugh in response to the latter's
thanks The school-teacher had sub
sided into sulky silence, perhaps re-
alizing how close he had been to
death on that station platform. Mar
shall Campbell met captor and cap,
tured at the train at one o'clock in the
morning at st. Paul.
"This is HERES" said Murray to the
marshal.
The school-teacher protested at
once.
MY name is not HERES; my name
Is John Walker" he said angrily.
You'll find somebody viii have to pay
fer this"
The prisoners assertion, made il
such positive tones, made Campbell
a trifie uneasy. He drew Murray on
one side.
Are you certain that he IS really
Herres?" inquired the marshal
Il am not quite certain, but fairly
sure" replied Murray. His hair il
lighter, but I'll be responsible"
Campbell locked up the school
teacher. The so-called John Walker
Immediately sent for Col. Kerr of st.
Paul to defend him. He also engaged
a fighting lawyer named Ryan, who
wanted to get change of venue for
his client. Murray had United States