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arriving at the ranch after night
fall. The men had been branding
calves and were eating their sup
per. Sitting around, the camp fire,
the dull glow lighting their cold,
sun-browned faces, I told them
the story of the day. I saw a sin
ister smile play over their strong
faces, for they had always wanted
my brother and me and they got
We joined the "Long Riders"
and for two years we went as
wild as March" hares. We had
many narrow escapes and pretty.
rough work at times, impossible
to relate. Many things were
charged to us of which we knew
On the first day of October,
1897, five of us stopped the south
bound passenger train on the"
Rock Island at a siding between
Minco and Chickasha at 11:55 a.
m. We attempted to rob the ex
press and failed and then ordered
everybody 6ut on the right-of-way,
lining them up against the
wire fence, where we proceeded
to take up a collection for travel
During the next two months,
things Were awfully hot. Hun
dreds of men and officers were
"burning the woods." Finally, on
the first day of December, 1897,
we rounded up at the Spike S
ranch, staying all night. About 9
o'clock next morning, "Mrs. Har
less' brother, "Dutch," went to
the barn, for a bucket of water.
He stayed so long Mrs. Harless
went after him.
a, Soon returning, she rushed into
the door greatly excited, saying,
"You are all surrounded and will
be killed.'1 Then she grabbed her
little brother and fled out the
front door. She had not left the
door when the first volley was
fired, crashing through the house.
I had stepped to the kitchen
window, looking north, when the
volley came, breaking the win
dow and cutting my face with
broken glass. I was wounded
about eight inches above the left
knee,N a steel ball lodging against
Some four hundred shots were
fired during the fight and -we
finally left the house, running to a
shiall peach orchard south of the
house; there we made another
sfand, silenced the other side, and
made our escape.
He was just about exasperated
with the telephone, was Mr. Busi
man. Ten times that morning he had
tried to get a number and each
time something had prevented
him. Either it was "line busy" or
the person he wanted to speak to
was out, or else he had been sud
denly cut off. At last he got his
"Hello!" he said. "Is Mr. X.
"Yes," replied a vpjce. "Do you
want to speak to him?"
That was the last straw. Back
came the reply injcy tones r
"Oh, ho ! Nothing of the sort.
I merely rung up to hand him a