Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-17
JRSUERS TRAIL PULLMAN ROBBER BY FOOTPRINTS AT TRAC
Thrilling Tales and Pocemo

directly at each one OF them with a
sort Of personal malice.
The hole | nthe barrel looked as
big as railroad tunnel" said one
OF them later. ALSO, | could see
gravestones and weeping willows in
there"
Il was not a conventional holdup,
in the strict sense. The victims ap-
/, peared too surprised and frightened
TO hold up their hands properly. and
the bandit was no stickler for minor
| conventions
Just give me all the money you
have, and be in a hurry" he invited
them, in a kind voice. One of tine
, men produced handful of change
from a trousers pocket.
NO chicken feed" commented the
robber give me your real money"
Porter Spreads Alarm.
The collection amounted to $3.50.
AS the bandit started his interview
with the men in the smoking com
partments Bailey, the negro porter
had caught glimpse OF the revolver
and mask and had gone scurryins
back through the car and into the
passenger coaches, shouting Rob
bers!" Right behind him came the
news agent, James f. Green, also
shouting.
Nittii htpt Oii pipSItSSlHb uiitii ii'
reached the baggage car. There he
took off his shoes and secreted SO
in silver in the toe OF one of them.
Then he sat down and quivered and
hoped for the best.
But Bailey was made OF sterner
stuff. And one man who heard his
shouts for aid also was prepared to
fight fire with fire.
| Bailey was frantically searching
for revolver when Carl Heard. a
county policeman, attracted by the
hurly burly in the parlor car just be-
hind the coach in which he was rid
ing, started back TO see what the fuss
was about.
Policeman Follows Bandit.
BY the time he reached the Pull
man. the bandit was done with his
collecting and had retired to the rear
platform, ready to leave the train
when II should slow down at Bolton.
/ What's up?" demanded the officer.
A palpitating group of passengers
all tried to explain at once. Rob
bers!" "Holdup." out the back
way" were among the jumbled words
and phrases Heard could make out.
1t all seemed so unlikely and
1 STORY bookish" to the policeman
that he went on TO the rear of the
car without drawing his revolver.
Passing through the narrow vesti-
bule he flung open the rear door.
Then he backed up.
He was looking squarely down at a
crouching man, cllnging outside the
brass wicket gate with his left hand,
while with his right he aimed heavy
revolver al Heard.
We'll he shouted, grinning vi
ciously in the faint smoky light, I'm
still here!"
And then, without another word,
the firing began
Policeman Opens Fire.
Twice long squirt of flame and an
accompanying roar flashed up from
the crouching figure outside the gate,
while Heard was Juggling at his owr
weapon.
Then the policeman's revolver
swung clear, and, with the smash OF
glass In his ears, the acrid reek of
smoke in his nostrils, and a burning
streak across his right cheek, he
opened fire.
In the narrow snace, his heavy re-
volver roared lik Z shotgun. The
air became choking with power-reek.
The lights scarcely showed-only the
long leaping flashes, back and forth,
to and from the platform
) From beneath the car came a sud
den grinding OF brakes, and just back
of Heard's left ear there came an
other dazing crash He wheeled,
fearing an attack from behind, and
there was Werner, the porter his eyes
popping from his face, but holding
his ground and firing shot after shot
at the bandit. now crouched so low
that not much more than the big re-
volver was visible above the platform
level.
Bandit FIees, Laughing.
The trains speed was slackening
under the stress of the emergency
brakes. With loud laugh, the ban
dit loosened his hold on the wicket
and dropped from the platform into
the darkness.
The train ground to stop Heard
and the faithful Bailey climbed over
the wicket and dropped to the earth,
looking on every side for the bandit.
A dim form was slipping rapidly
away into the neighboring woods.
: dark against the sky They fired
three more shots, without a return.
The man was gone.
Conductor Dunn canvassed the pas
sengers and found all present and
uninjured, except Heard, who had a
long, deep cash across his right cheek
"a cut made by flying glass.
At Hill's Park a message was sent
to the dispatcher's office. outlining
the attack In fifteen minutes more,
so county policemen were sweeping
the vicinity.
few minutes after the robber dis
, appeared man, who said his name
was John Jones, and laer No
Ian, was arrested near the scene
OF the hold-up by city police.
He refused to make any state
ment although he has admitted that
Jones is not his right name. Papers
on his person indicated his home Is
in Des Moines. He received mail at
the general delivery window OF the
postoffice as late as January 10 under
the name of James Nolan.
He informed the county officers that
he came South about a week ago in
search Of work
Said He Was Hunting Work.
I The suspect said he was directed to
man named Smith in Bolton, who
would see that he was employed. The
county policemen could find nobody
in the neighborhood named Smith.
Several letters were found in
Nolans pockets which are considered
significant One from a man in Sa-
vannah stated that a package had
,, been sent to Jones here to be dis
posed OF