, 1922-06-22
.RIBUNENS SCRIBE FINDS
"STTLL" HUM ANYTHING
BUT DULL WITH SHERIFF

It's not an easy task. this being a
finger on the hand Of the arm Of b
law.
An ambitious reporter for The
Tribune. naturally curious. and seek
inE life In the lurid. timidiy APP
preached Sheriff jos Marquis We'd
nesday morning. and asked that he
be allowed to accompany the posse
in search OF the supposed gang OF
moonshiners operating just west OF
AicovA Sheriff Joe. a little skepti-
cal at first. finally consented. and
without mode ado, the reporter
climbed into the trusty Dodge. md
was whisked away out the Alcova
road
The car was filled with rifles and
ammunition and greatly resembled
an arsenal. These facts added not
n little 20 the reporters discomfit-
IRE. and as though to still further
bring on a~ggrav4tion. the converse
ton for hours WINS of the .Lvoc
which might be created by a band
hand Of bad moonshiners should they
open fire on tho car OF the Law.
Noon found the little party in
Alcova- but Driver Frank Deylin
decided no stop should be made.
much to the discontinue II Ben
Hewitt, whose breakfast had not
been of tho heaviest.
Boys. wen find my man Just
about 10 miles West of Alcova--
r.. b. Mccullough, assistant game
warden. said. Might as wen go and
get him FIRST"
Ten miles further found no tracee
o. Ramke. the hunted man. He was
known to have left Casper at 4 n.
m. that same morning. and was to
stop and fish In Canyon Creek at
noon. From there, reports had IL.
ranch where he would spend tSe
night
Deciding fhct having come thus
far It would be folly to turn back
without thi gully parry. the possee
pushed on for Campbell's. Arriving
here Just one hour behind tno u
prit. n long debate was held as to
whether Mccullough had best. pro-
ICED by saddle horse. or whether to
proceed by automobile to the bitter
end would be safer and speedier.
The latter course was decided upon,
and the man-hunters "hit the grit
on nll four for Glen Coen's ranch,
toward which Ramke was supposed
TO be heading.
Past Coen's place. the wilderness
gripped the party. and every trail
taken might go through and might
lead into a blind canyon. By getting
out on hands and knees and study
ing Ford tire tracks like a pack Of
bloodhounds. the trail Il last UNI
wound to a single road up Sage
Greek Canyon. Rounding a bend
in the brush covered road. the posse
suddenly came upon a lone Ford
parked near the creek. On the
other side, all u~nccnscio:s that his
ten days fishing trip was about to
be cut to one stood Mike hamke, the
hunted man.
A few words with the game ward
en-. a black look or two. and McCul-
Tough was ready to start back with
his man in Ramke's car. They did
not leave before Hewitt had safely.
~confiscated a quart OF white mule"
brought by Ramke to use as trout
bait when everything else had failed.
Right about face, and the Dodge
was gone. speeding over the sage
brush to the den of the moonshineiu,
that a thorough search might be
made before darkness settled Ar
irving at the turmoil, marked as the
entrance to the lair Of the Spirits"
the posse entered cautiously, expect
Ing every minute to be fired upon.
Tho reporter made every effort to
keep his spirits up and his heart
down, but was slipping fast
Approximately a mile from the
road. a lone sheep wagon suddenly
sprang into view. A man of about
40. his head shaver like that of a
convict, stepped to the door.
Are yor Mr.. Darnell?" was Hew-
tits query.
That's my name. and what the
hen do you fellows want on my
land?''
We've a warrant to search your
place for a still, and we're going to
do it." was the calm answer.
The reporters knees knocked to-
gether, and had the engine of the
car not been running, the sound
would have been audible to the
m~oonshiner, and given him added
Courage
The search began. and the reporter
ttmidly climbed from the car and at
tempted to search with the rest of