TIL TAYLOR— SHERIFF 



The day proved to be a complete round-up of the 

 entire five, who on the third day of their flight had split 

 up. Rathie had been going it alone, and had eaten only 

 six times in six days under the terrific strain of being 

 hunted. He had thrown away his revolver, and made 

 no resistance when captured in the mountains twenty 

 miles from Pendleton at Gibbon, where he had ap- 

 peared at a cabin demanding food. It was over this 

 same country and at the very point at Gibbon on the 

 mountains, that the late sheriff, after a chase of many 

 days, had run down and captured the bandits who blew 

 a safe in Helix. At Toll Gate, Rathie's attempt to 

 pass over the mountain had been foiled by guards, and 

 the moves he made show that the posses were close 

 on him all the time. Though Rathie was captured 

 after Owens and Hart, he was the first to be brought 

 to Pendleton, few knowing until evening that he had 

 been smuggled into the jail. 



The last to be run down were Patterson and Ander- 

 son. They, too, when captured by sheepherders, were 

 suffering from hunger, having eaten nothing but green 

 oats picked from the grain fields since the previous 

 Sunday. In fact, so great was their fear of being 

 lynched that breaking down and crying, they pleaded 

 not to be placed in the same jail with Owens and 

 Hart. 



News of the capture of Owens and Hart spread like 

 wildfire. Extras were issued and the courthouse lawn 

 was black with men waiting the return of the captives 

 to Pendleton. They were, however, rushed into the 

 county jail by a side entrance before the angry mob 

 could take action. The crowds outside, increasing 

 every moment, were so threatening when later Patter- 

 son and Anderson arrived, that the sheriff placed the 



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