The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1917-07-27
BOyd's Story.

BOyd's Story.
Boyd and Bob Blackwell vera
working at the same mill in Syla-
cauga, ran the story. They we're
nelghbors and fairly intimate.
In the early part of the year. BOYD
continued, Bob Blackwell approached
him on the subject of going to Florida
with him TO get some money" Bovd
refused, saying he didn't have enough
for railroad fare. Bob came back to
him repeatedly with the same propo-
Sltlon. and was particularly in,istent
that they go down on the 9th Of
March. because that was election dav
in Crestview, and. Boyd said Bob told
him, VIII thought everybody would be
IN the city.
Bob the Tempter.
Finally, Boyd said, Bob offered to
pay his way, and on March 10. they
left Sylacauga and came to Pensacola.
Boyd told his wife that he was goin.;
to Columbus, Ga, to see about 4
job.
Reaching Pensacola on the mornin<
Of March 20th, the day before the
murder, they proceeded to the tele-
Graph station, on PalafoX, near Inten-
dencia, via the various saloons on the
route. No a single one was neg
lected.
Telegraphs Will.
Bob sent the Cradle Bartlett" tele-
gram to viii Blackwell in Crestview,
summoning him to Pensacola on the
morning train. When Will arrived,
Boyd said, there was some mors
drinking-they had tried all the sa-
looms and had to repeat-therc was
no talk about the proposed cxpedi-
ton, because Of the people around
In the afternoon, Boyd said, Will
Blackwell laid in a supply Of canned
goods and crackers, also some liquor,
and they all boarded the train for
Crestview-hut keeping separate Bob
Blackwell was especially afraid that
he would be recognized.
Behind the Brush Pile.
At Crestview, they waited behind
a pile Of brush in front of the AtweIl
house, and when Will ater Joined
them, they started on their hike Bob
Blackwell had a 32 calibre pearl
handled revOsver-probably Mrs. At
wells own gun that VIII Blackwell
procured for the occasion-and Win
had the Colts A and d pump shot
gun.
Will packed the provisions in
sack-the sack that Mrs Atwcll said
he got from her; and Bob was wear
ing his new shoes-the one with the
peculiar rubber heel that left the
telltale marks in the sand. Bob had
bought some old ones 70. the walk,
but they We're in the suitcase which
Will had taken to his room, and Bob
didn't notice he had failed to make
the change until they were well
started.
From Crestview to the Davis home
is a matter Of % miles, and Boyd told
of the suffering he and Bob-wfth
the new shoes-endured Reaching
Green Pond in the late afternoon. VIII
Blackwell had his companions lie an
der cover while he accommodated He
came back, saying that they would
have to change their plans a little
that somebody was there with them.
Who was with whom? asked BoyG
Somebody was with old Bud Davis
But thew came for some money, said
DOEu. W nat idU Duu DdFiS I'd 40
with it? Bud Davis had the money.
Thought 1t Was Treasure Hunt.
Until now, says Boyd, he had a sort
of hazy idea that the money was
buried somewhere and that they were
on treasure hunt. He mentioned this
not in palIiation, but merely as one
of the many details with which his
mind was freighted. If it was art, it
was the most consummate acting that
the world has ever seen. He seemed
more interesting in telling the rest
of the story than in dwelling on pal
liating circumstance. Having gone
this far, he declined to continue.
Black Their Faces.
When night fell, said Boyd, Bob
and Will BACKED their faces with a