Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1909-04-01

der the trampling feet Of the mob his
captive would be lying on the ground
also, with a bullet in his brain.
Get back, you hounds, he shouted,
as he stood at bay, fiourishing his
guns, one man against a 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 a big, athletic fell
low 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 flew 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 a game mani" He
lOOhtu OuI VI tWO lCdIICbO DllC CyCo 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 a superb climax; the man
was a veritable whirlwind in his way.
I'm Quinn, sheriff of the next coun-
ty," he said rapidly to the detective.
What's 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 fiercely on the
crowd.
Get back. Back up there" he
shouted. Back up or I'll back you
up. One-two-' he counted, waving
I 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
1t at once. AS they stood, revolvers
in hand, backed up against the station
beside the telegraph Office, a 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 vas due tc
reach there at n o'clock in the morn.
ing.
"Ex-DepGty" Richardson then came
up and Murray gave him the shotgun
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-fount
comrade until the train arrived, wher
he boarded it and rode with Murray Il
the third station beyond, where he lef'
the detective with a hearty handshakt
and a laugh in response to the latter'i
hanks. The school-teacher had SUB
sided into sulky silence, perhaps re
alizing how close he had been K
death on that station platform. Mar
shall Campbell met captor and cap
tured at the train at one o'clock in thu
morning at st. Paul.
This is Here's said Murray to tn,
marshal.
The school-teacher protested a
once.
my name is not HERES; my nam
Is John Walker" he said angrily
You'll find somebody will have to pa.
fer this"
The prisoners assertion, made Il
such positive tones, made Campbell
a tri1e uneasy. He drew Murray Of
one side.
Are you certain that he is reall,
Herres?" inquired the marshal.
II am not quite certain, but fairl,
sure replied Murray. His hair 1
lighter, but I'LL be responsible"
Campbell locked UP the schoo
teacher. The so-called John Wake
Immediately sent for Col. Kerr OF s
/ Paul to defend him. He also engage
a fighting lawyer named Ryan, VIII
wanted to get a change OF emu 70
his client. Murray had United State