The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-03-25

1elC COnuneQ even III 6 house, Slug- oooooooer?mgdhnoxFnyutroo ged his jailer, escaped, and began his nightmare of murder that ended on the floor of the bank at Powell yesterday afternoon. He tried to hold it up, was wounded three times and, though squirming in pain, found the strength to raise pistol to his head and administer his own coup de grace.
 At the farm home of his parents to which he first escaped, he shot to death Undersheriff D. M. Baker and Town Marshal Charles Lewis. He fled toward the Beartooth range on foot in 8 driving blizzard. A hundred possemen pursued. They hunted him for five days and, If for no other reason than for their own safety, their orders were to shot him on sight. They covered 50 square miles of mountain country, camping at night, trekking on snow shoes by day. They found not even 8 track in the snow.
 Wednesday, at daybreak, Tarzan came out of the mountains. broke into 8 farm house. and forced Art Thornburg and his wife to drive him to the headwaters of Little Rock Creek high up the Beartooth range. There he left them and dis appeared into a thicket of barren trees and boulders.
 Thornburg gave the alarm. Sheriff Frank Blackburn and his posse got bloodhounds, and beside the nloul- tain creek, they picked up Tarzan's spore and followed it. Late that day the dogs holed up the killer in a natural mountain fortress. Black burns men drew up to the edge of a 1OO-yard square clearing whose northern edge was a sheer cliff of rock. Knowing that Tarzan was a deadly inarksman, Blackburn or dered that no man was to show himself.
 Orville Linabary and Arthur Ar gento disobeyed. They stepped into the clearing and rifle spat twice from the cliff. They dropped and their bodes rolled down an incline, over snow.
 For 12 hours, through late after noon and night of Wednesday, the cleared mo mans land" was tnvio- late for the posseYnen. About mid- night, with a hundred rifles cooked in the darkness a few hundred yards to his left, Tarzan slipped from his lair and down to the bodies of his victims.
 From the feet of one, he jerked shoes; took bootlaces from the other and picked up both their rifles. Also he ripped the bright Deputy Sheriff badge from Linabary's shirt. Then he crept back.
 At mid-day Thursday, Blackburn ordered his men to blast him out, The pose advanced, firing Elk guns and six-shooters. They found the fortress deserted.
 wyoming sent a detachment of National Guards with small artil- lery. Montana sent another detach- inent with HowtSey and trench mcr- tar.
 At dawn yesterday, three hundred men set out for the highest pinnacle VI u1kC ,6S~FWNUWt W4tSfO 11t~NNg04tt believed pura.,d had found another citadel. By noon they were nearing the pinnacle.
 And at noon, 10 miles to the east, 2 bearded, shaggy-haired man sat with g rifle across his arms at q road side. He stopped an automobile carrying three possemen. The man finsared his badgA.
 How about taking me up to the posse" he asked.
 Sure" said Hairy Moore.
 The man got in and pulled a Dis. tol from his hip pocket.
 T giess you'd better turn around and drive the other way" he said. '.I,m Earl Durand."
 Moore did, while his passeneers, John Simpson and his 66-ySaf- -cld father, 2. Q. simpson, covered. Moore drove him to his home. He eNtAred, confronting lliS mother and father, his pistol stlll iii the ribs Of one of his three captiveS.
 They've got me, dad aren't you shrptised?" he said, laughing. i've