The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1912-03-21
CONVICTS ARE
0vERTAKEN and
BATTLE ENSUES
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on the new trail, which, at this place
suddenly broadened out and was not
lost again.
Telephones For Help
They have captured my husband
and have carried him away with
them" came the agonized tone of a
woman's voice to the central opera.
tor at Louisville. Questioning brou.
ght out the fact that the three con.
victs had stopped at the home of
Roy Blunt near Meadow and had for.
ced Mrs. Blunt who was married less
than two months ago, and her mother
in-law to get breakfast for them
They forced Blunt to hitch his horses
to bobsled with a deep body and
drive them towards Omaha But
the men were out of sight of the
house Mrs. Blunt was arousing the
neighborhood.
Posses came from all directions. A
Missouri Pacific special train with
fifty deputies from .Ohaha came down
the track dropping deputies every
few rods. A military company at
Gretna and another at Papillion were
ordered out. From the east Burl.
ingham special came from Plattsmou.
tn and another one from the south
from Lincoln. The fleeing cunvicts
had not been sighted by the search.
ers, but their progress was reported
by telephone.
Trail Grows Warm
The ground is covered with from
twelve to eighteen inches of snow
and automobiles could not be operat-
ed. Farmers, iwth horses and wag.
ons met the trains and furnished
transportation for officers. The flee.
ing men changed directions and
struck off toward the northwest But
the telephones kept track of them and
reported their move to the different
posses.
Near the farm of William Mowink.
lie, three miles from the town of
Gretna, the first sight of the fugitiv-
es and the pursuers set up a great
cry. 1t was answered by shot
from the sleigh.
One man sat on the seat of the fast
moving vehicle. Three others were
lying down in the body behind the
high sides. At top speed the sled
sped down the road Posses could be
seen coming from all directions. The
fugitives were armed with shotguns
and pistols. The pursuers were arm.
ed with high.power rifles and were
undoubtedly masters of the situation.
At the head of the posse raced three
men on horses
For Gods sake, don't shoot" they
begged. The driver is our brother.
Captive Shot Dead
twenty-five rifles cracked together.
Roy Blunt, the captive, fell backward
from his seat on the sleigh. There
after the horses we're without dri-
yer and ran wilder than ever.
man rose from the bottom of the
sleigh, WITH a revolver in either
hand he blazed away at the oncomng
posse. From men crouching in he
bottom shotguns doomed, and from
the pursuers came the sharp crack
of the repeating rifles.
The sleigh slackened its speed as
the horses struck hill. Out from the
pursuers raced a light buggy with
three men, two firing rifles and the
third driving.
Gray, the bank robber, who stood
upright in the swaying sleigh, sudden
ly crumpled up and fell, In his place
arose Dowd.
For half mile the fight continued.
Dowd stood upright and firing, while
other shots came from the bottom of
the sleigh.
Suicide OF Dowd.
Suddenly Dowd looked at his re.
yolver Then, raising it to his tenn
pie, he pulled the trigger, 1t was the
last shot in the pistol. He died i'm
mediately.
Morley continued to fire and the
horses continued to run. The pursu
ers drew nearer. Morley emptied his
revolvers, picked up grays gun snap
ped 1t and finding II empty threw Il
from the sleigh.
With bullets flying at him from al
directions Morley leaped from th'