The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1917-05-17


er power in Indian Territory. He had
no authority to arrest Lewis. How
ever, he got two of his men to swear
in deputies and go down to the saloon
that Lewis had Immediately opened,
and smash it. Oklahoma was now a
prohibition state, under the terms of
her admission to the Union. One of
Johnsons deputies was Keller, who
had helped him to raid the Monte
Carlo; the other was George Williams.
The intention was TO carry out sur
prise attack and make mincemeat of
the furnishings and smash the bot
ties that contained the stock in
trade.
The officers duly arrived outside the
saloon, which was running in full
blast. Lewis, however, had got wind
of their approach, and was ready for
them. AS they entered Lewis pulled
a revolver and fired. The bullet
pierced Williams through the heart,
and he fell dead across the threshold.
Before he could fire a second time,
Fred Keller had drawn his weapon
and shot Lewis dead.
Three men had now died as the re-
suit of Johnson's raid on No Mans
Lands Monte Carlo. More deaths
were to follow, though not in this i'm
mediate connection.
Johnson's activities in the terri
tory, and his increased powers, which
took him into practically every state
west of the Mississippi, had thorough
ly alarmed the bootleggers all over
the country. They felt that, until he
was out of the way, their traffic
would be Improbable and their lives
in jeopardy. Traps were carefully
laid, and gangs sought to ambush
Johnson and his deputies.
One of the most jealous of these
was Harry Sanders, who lived near
Mckay, and had been specially
marked down by the bootleggers on
account of the zeal with which he had
helped Johnson in his work. Johnson
learned that the ruffians were on
Sanders track, and specially warned
him not to show himself outside his
door, unless accompanied by others
of the deputies But Sanders, know
ing that the gangs were too cowardly
to attack in daylight, laughed at the
warning.
"All the same, mind they don't trick
you," Johnson warned him.
A week or two went by, and Sand
ers begn to think that the bootleg
gers had decided to let him alone, for
he was handy man with gun, as
they all knew. One night, just as he
was about to go to bed, there was a
knock at the door. With his revolver
in his hand, Sanders went to the
door, and, before opening, asked who
the visitors were, and what they want
ed. The reply came in a voice which
sounded like that of woman, and
Sanders thought that he recognized it
as that of a neighbor. He cautiously
opened the door and peered round,
having his gun ready, as he was still
suspicious. He got a glimpse of
three men, but the outlaws were too
quick for him, and before he could
fire he fell with bullet through his
hoad The ruffians at once made off,
and it was not until some hours later
that Sanders was discovered, upon
the verge of death. Although shot
right through the side of the head, he
made a miraculous recovery, and
lived to bring many more bootleggers
to justice, but he was never able to
discover the identity of the man who
shot him.
The shooting Of Sanders was the
beginning of a whole series of MUIR
derous exploits, in the course of which
eight or nine Of Johnson's men were