Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-03-17
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With one man on either side and an.
other behind, revolvers drawn, we
marched our prisoner in double quick
time past the rear of the stores and
saloons to the agreed rendezvous
There we found Danny Randall and
his committee with Morton. Within
the next few moments, In rapid sue
| cession, appeared the others with Scar
face Charley, Crawford and Jules.
The camp was already buzzing with
excitement. Men poured out from the
buildings into the streets like disturb
ed ants. Danny thrust his prisoners
I into the interior of the cabin and drew
us up in two lines outside. He i'm
pressed on us that we must keep the
military formation and that we were
10 allow no one to approach. Across
the road about twenty yards away he
himself laid rope.
THAT'S the dead line" he announced.
Nov, you keep the other side"
In no time a mob of 500 men had
gathered. They surged restlessly to
and fro. The flash of weapons was
everywhere to be seen. Cries rent the
air-demands, threats, oaths and in
suits so numerous and so virulent that
l must confess my heart failed me.
At any instant@I expected the mob to
open fire. They could have swept us
away with single volley. To my ex-
cited imagination every man of that
multitude looked a rufiian. We seem
ed alone against the community. l
could not understand why they did
mot rush us and have it over with. Yet
they hesitated. The fact of the mat
ter is that the desperadoes had no CO.
hesion, no leaders, and they knew
what none of us knew-namely, that
good many of that crowd must be
on our side. The roar and turmoil
and heat of discussion, argument and
threat rose and fell. In one of the
lulls an Irish voice yelled:
Hang themw
The words were greeted by a sullen
asserting roar. Five hundred hands,
each armed, were held aloft. This
unanimity produced an instant silence.
Hang who?" q truculent voice ex-
pressed the universal uncertainty.
Hang the road agentsT' yelled back
the little Irishman defiantly.
"Bully for you, Irish! That took
nerveT muttered Johnny at my elbow.
Fifty threats were hurled at the bold
speaker. and the click of gunlocks pre-
ceded a surge In his direction. Then
from the mob went up a sullen,
formidable muttering of warning. No
individual voice could be distinguish
ed, but the total effect of dead resist
ance and determination could not be
mistaken. Instantly at the words so
valiantly uttered the spirit of cohesion
had been born, the desperadoes check
ed in surprise. We had friends. How
many or how strong no one could
guess, but they were there, and In case
Of a battle they would fight.
On our side the line was a dead,
grim silence. We stood, our weapons
ready, rigidly at attention. Occasion
ally one or the other of us muttered a
warning against those who showed
symptoms of desiring to interfere.
In the meantime three Of our num-
ber had been proceeding methodically
with the construction of a gallows
This was made by thrusting FIVE small
pine butts, about forty feet long, over
a cross beam in the gable of the cabin
and against the roof inside. Large
dry goods boxes were placed beneath
for the trap.
About this time Danny Randall, who
had been experimenting the construc-
ton. touched me ON the shoulder
Fall back" he said quietly. Now"
he instructed several of us after we
had obeyed this command, "T want
you to bring out the prisoners and
hold them in plain view. In case Of
rescue. or attempted escape shoot them
instantly. Don't hesitate"
81 should think they would be safer
inside the cabin" 1 suggested.
Sure" agreed Danny, "but I want
them here for the moral effect"
We entered the cabin. The five pris-
oners were standing or sitting. Scar
face Charley was alternately BIAS
pheming violently, upbraiding his COM
panions, cursing his own luck and ut
tering frightful threats against every
body who had anything to do with
this. Crawford was watching him
contemptuously and every once in
awhile advising him to "shut upw
Jules was alternately cursing and cry
ing. Morton sat at one side quite calm
and very alert Catlin stared at the
| floor.
With revolvers drawn we marched
them outside. A wild yell greeted
their appearance. The, cries were now
mixed In sentiment. A hundred voices
raised in opposition were cried down
by twice as many more. Hang 'emv'
cried some. "No, no; Danish themp'
cried others. Don't hang themw and
blood curdling threats. A single shot
would have brought on a pitched bat
tie. Somehow eventually the tumult
died down. Then Morton, who had
been awaiting his chance. spoke up in
strong voice.
II call on you in the name of the