Mohave County miner., 1912-03-23

his friend and partner in crime, step-
 ped up behind him and without one
 word, and at distance of scarcely
 three feet. deliberately shot him in
 the back. At the report of the gun Jones seized the wooden keeless, and
 whirling around struck Pirtle full in the face, knocking him down. Jones' | nerve stood him in good stead and al- though wounded he did not propose to give up the ghost without fight. Pirtle had come up behind him with
 his revolver concealed so that should Jones see him first he would suspect nothing, and had left hls rifle on his
 bunk some fifty feet away to fall back
 upon. AS Jones darted into his cabin
 Pirtle followed him, but just as he entered the doorway Jones fired, the
 bullet knocking him down. but in
 moment he scrambled to hls feet and
 ran away. Jones believing that Pirtle had gone to his shack followed aud not finding him there possessed himself of the rifle on the bunk. By this time the camp was in an uproar, and Jones could hear the cries of the men: "Kill him, kill him." and seeing that he had no friends h the whole place, he fired a shot into the excited bunch at he bunkhouse to make them take to cover, he beat retreat, hoping to reach the river, six miles away-and safety. Soon he saw the men in pur- suit, three men rapidly closing up on him. He dropped into a prospect, hole about four feet deep and awaited his pursuers. As they came up he dropped Tom King dead and fired shots at Tom Johnson and Perry Tutle as they disap. care over a ridgs. Jones then came out of the hole and secured the rife of King. and saw nearly every man of the camp coming rapidly up so he dropped back into the little shaft that he might place the pursuers at disadvantage. All min- ing operations at the camp was ous- pended and every man that could bear arms was among the besiegers of Jones fort. Tickets were stationed at all vantage points to kill or capture the desperado should he attempt to make his escape. All that day and night and late into the following after noon the siege was kept up, and Jones wounded and bleeding profusely, sui fering the tprments of thirst, gave up shot for shot, and finally tired to climb from the hole and fight it out in the | open, but found himself so weakened | from loss of blood and thirst that he | was unable to get out. Realizing his | terrible condition he put up his handkerchief as token of surrender and Tom Johnson went to him alone. while the others watched and listened. | A frightful wreck of human being was the spectacle presented to the eyes of Johnson as he looked down in- to the hole. Jones gazed up at him with eyes bloodshot and sunken, lips cracked open, mouth swollen and tongue protruding from the terrible thirst, and half delirious from the binding heat. His only request was "For Gods sake. Tom, get me drink of water" The answer was the flash of concealed SIX shooter and bullet crashed through the brain of Jim Jones, half breed renegade, while his murderer remarked to the departing spirit "Yes, you---, will give you drink" And John Nash was the sole owner of the Savage mine.
 Perry Tutle, handcuffed and mana cled to another prisoner, was after ward taken out of a wagon, at lonely spot, and shot to death with his com- panion, by deputy sheriff, who had them In charge. His right name was Joseph Pierson. This was the Lincoln county method of disposing of outlaws for horse stealing.
 William Pirtle years afterwaId died of pneumonia at Pedras Negras, So- nora, Mexico. Tom Johnson, abandon ed by his wife and child, old and brok- en, died alone.
 Between Nash and the control of the Techatticup were two lives yet, but the grewsome horror of that tale is too shocking even for cold type. If ever there was ghost that walked the earth Jim Jones haunted these two Tho st of ha .L