TIL TAYLOR— SHERIFF 



soon picked up their trail and came upon them near 

 the little hamlet of Reith in the canyon. 



Then came a running gun fight. Deputy Jacob 

 Marin captured the first bandit who traveled under the 

 alias of Neil Hart; — but his "pardner" under the alias 

 of Jim Owens, the more desperate of the two, took 

 to the hills pursued by Taylor, and a hide-and-seek 

 chase and gun duel, with life and death the stakes, and 

 odds even, was witnessed by the people of Reith in 

 the valley below. Playing one another, crouching like 

 panthers, they eventually closed in, Taylor getting the 

 drop on his man. 



Like a flash Owens with the movements of a cat 

 grabbed the sheriff's gun, attempting to turn it on his 

 captor; but he did not count on the power of Taylor's 

 grip. Most men would have shot his man, but Tay- 

 lor, adhering to his policy of never killing a man to 

 capture him, soon had the outlaw in front of him 

 covered, and jailed him in Pendleton. 



On a hot Sunday afternoon two weeks later, the 

 streets of little Pendleton were all but deserted. Those 

 who were not at the ball game at Round-Up Park were 

 resting in the cool shade of house or veranda. Even 

 the courthouse, in which the jail is ensconced, was de- 

 serted. About a quarter of two Deputy Sheriff Jacob 

 Marin with the help of Louis Anderson, a trusty he 

 had taken out with him, entered the jail with the mid- 

 day meal for the prisoners. Anderson, having noticed 

 that no one but the deputy was about the courthouse, 

 signaled to his companions that the coast was clear. 

 Marin was shortly dispensing the dinner to the 

 prisoners. 



Crack ! He was felled from behind by John Rathie, 

 a prisoner, with a heavy stick of cordwood, striking his 



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