The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1909-03-07


side of the station, keeping the school
teacher beside him.
Get busy, Richardson, aifi keen that
crowd back" ordered the detective, but
the deputy" was plainly scared and
would have nothing further t. do IA ith
the proceedings.
I'm through with this business and
resign as deputy marshal" he said posi-
lively, and Murray saw that he could
expect no more aid from his unwilling
follower
The crowd drew in closer. Also there
were fresh arrivals. mounted men. with
red. angry faces. who came galiopiUg
into town, and I was evident that these
latter were farmers who had followed
the wagon trail in response to their chill
dren's tale Of the struggle In the school
house. They dismounted and addressed
the assembled crowd, relating the story
told by the children. The effect WAS
alarming, for the crowd ursed forward
with threatening cries.
Murray had the shotgun AMI . revolt
yer. with another revolver in his pocket.
He discarded the shotgun ana drew q
second revolver. All the while the school
teacher kept haranguing the crowd,
begging them to rescue hm and lynch
his captor. The angry mob pressed vet
closer and surrounded the station. bat
hesitated before the deadly pointing re-
volvers, backed by the glittering menace
of Murray's resOlute eyes.
Give I'D that man, you internal kid
naper," demanded one of the leaders
The first man Of you who p is Il
hand on him or me dies in his tracks.
was Murray's response.
Help. help. do not let an innocent
man to be taken away and murdered!
shrieked the school teacher.
The crowd surged forward in response
to his appeal. and il was ev dent that
this time they meant business. Murray
drew a deep breath and set his teeth.
There was no thought of yielding in his
mind, although death was staring him
in the face. On one thing he deCided--if
he went down under the trampliHg ieet
Of the mob his captive would be lying
on the ground also. with bullet Il his
brain.
Get back. you hounds" he shouted
as he stood at bay, fiourishing his guns.
one man against the whole town.
As he leveled the cleaning tubes aud
took careful aim in anticipation If the
rush Of his antagonists, there was a
sudden connection in the midst of the
crowd. and a big. athletic fellow burst
through the opposing line.
Whats 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 a revolver in each hand
The newcomers hands few TO his hip
pockets Out Tipped two guns as he
sprang over beside the detective and
backed up against the wall
"a Thousand TO one" he roared. By
God, but you're d game man! re
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 1rst
man u die?'
It was a superb climax; the man was
a veritable whirlvind in his way.
I'm Quinn. sheriff Of the next COun-
ty." he said rapidly to the detective.
What's it all about?'
Il am an officer from St. Paul, and
these people are after my prisoner. re-
piled Murray.
Are they. indeed quoted Sheriff
Quinn. truculently. We'll. they don't
get him." He turned fiercely on the
crowd.
Get back. Back up there. he shout
ed. Back up or I'll back you up. Ono
two" he counted, waving his guns
The crowd began to give, and the
SPACE in front of the officers grew rap
idIv as Quinn counted, until nothing re-
NAMED Of the great crowd saving d rev
curious individuals who stayed at re-
spectful 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 be-
side the telegraph Office. q telegram
went to Marshal Campbell of St Paul
stating that Murray and his prisoner
would arrive in that city by the next
train. which Quinn said was que 10
reach there at 1 o'clock in the morning
'Fx-Deputy'' Richardson then came
UT and Murray gave him the shotgun
and also the money 10 pay
the liverymau from whom the
rig had been hired. and the unwilling
assistant drove away, congratulating
himself on being through with q most
distasteful experience. Sheriff Quinn
stood by his new-found friend until the
train arrived. when he boarded 1t and
rode with Murray to the third station
bevoud. where he left the detective with
a hearty handshake and laugh III re-
Spouse to the latter's thanks. The
school teacher had subsidized Into sulky
silence. perhaps realizing how close he
had DGen TO uGo III oli tiseAL 500 -
form. Marshal Campbell met captoT
and captured at the train at O'CLOCK IN
the morning at st. Paul.
This Is Here's said Murray d the
marshal
The school teacher protested at once.
"Nfy name is not HERES; my name IS
John walker" he said angrily. You'll
find somebody viii have 70 pay Tor
this
The prisoners assertion, made in such
Dositive tones, made Campbell a tribe
uneasy. He drew Murray of one side.
Are you certain that he Is really
Herres?' inquired the marshal
"I am not quite certain, but fairly
sure" replied Murray His hair is
lighter. but I'll be responsible
Campbell locked up the school teach
er. The so-called John Walker immedi-
atelv sent for Colonel Kerr of St. Paul
to defend him. He also engaged a
fighting lawyer named Ryan, who
wanted to get a change Of venue for
his client Murray had United States
District Attorney George n. Baxter as
his counsel In making out the affidavit
on the application for a change of venue
his lawyer swore the school teacher to
IL. When he signed it Campbell and
Murray eagerly glanced at the paper.
The signature. on which so much de-
pended. was ]. X. HERES, and, glad
that their Judgment was INDICATED, the
marshal and detective shook hands and
went out for a drink. 1t was q ire
fnendous load off of Murray's mind. The
court denied the change Of venue.