The Long Trail Ended--Duncan Traced to his Lair--Caught at Last--The
Escaping Burglar a Prisoner.
Butte City is a rich mining village in Deer Lodge county in the
territory of Montana, and is surrounded by high hills, which contain
rich deposits of gold and silver which are taken from the quartz rock,
and in the city are situated the furnaces and other appliances for
extracting the precious metals from the rocks in which they are found.
The population, although largely of a transient and adventurous
character, is composed of a respectable, well-ordered community, many of
whom have located permanently, and have labored for the advancement and
success of the village. There are several stores, numerous hotels, many
very handsome private dwellings, and a newspaper. Though not so large as
Helena, by any means, it bids fair in time to rival her more successful
neighbor, and the elements of success are found within her domain. The
local government consists of a mayor and a city marshal, while the
deputies of the latter official constitute the police force who maintain
order in the city and protect the persons and property of the citizens.
A substantial jail looks frowningly down upon one of the main
thoroughfares, and altogether Butte City is as well-conducted and
carefully managed a town as is to be found west of the Mississippi
river. Within a few months a railroad, a branch of the Union Pacific
road, had been completed, which placed the city in communication, both
by rail and telegraph, with the larger towns and cities located in the
South and East.
After a hearty dinner and a refreshing bath, Manning left the hotel and
sought the office of the city marshal. Here, as elsewhere, he was
received with the utmost courtesy and kindness, and with a warm proffer
of assistance, which the detective most gladly accepted. He detailed the
circumstances of the robbery and his long pursuit of the escaping
burglar, and also his strong belief that Duncan was now hiding in the
city. The marshal fully coincided with his views, and promised to aid
him to the utmost of his ability. He then furnished Manning with the
address of Duncan's relative, and the detective started out to find the
locality to which he had been directed.
He soon discovered the place he was looking for, located on the second
floor of one of the larger buildings in the city, and over the entrance
was suspended the sign:
GEORGE DUNCAN, CLOTHIER.
Mounting the stairs without hesitation, the detective entered the store,
where he found to his intense satisfaction the merchant at home. He was
assured of this fact from the striking resemblance which the man bore to
his fugitive relation. On the pretense of ordering a suit of clothing,
the detective engaged him in conversation for some time, and after
satisfying himself that Duncan was not about the premises he took his
leave, promising to call again and effect his purchase. Arriving on the
outside, Manning took up a position where he could watch the entrance
unobserved, and where anyone entering or leaving the place could be
readily seen by him. Maintaining his watch for several hours, he was
gratified, about nine o'clock, to see the clothier making preparations
to close his store, and a few moments afterwards he appeared upon the
street. As the merchant walked along the streets, the detective followed
him closely, never losing sight of him for a moment. For a time the man
strolled about, apparently with no definite object in view, and Manning
began to fear that his hopes of finding Duncan were futile, and that
this relative was entirely unaware of his relative's movements. The
night was dark and it was with difficulty that he could keep his man in
sight, without approaching so close as to excite suspicion. At last,
however, the merchant came out of a saloon which he had entered a short
time before, and this time he was accompanied by another man whom
Manning could not obtain a fair view of. Taking a circuitous route, they
at length gained the main street in the vicinity of the merchant's
store. Here they entered a doorway leading from the street and ascending
a stairway were soon lost to sight. The detective at once surmised that
the clothier occupied sleeping apartments in the building, and that the
two men had probably retired for the night.
His first impulse was to follow them up stairs and demand admittance,
and should Duncan prove to be one of the parties, to make the arrest
then and there. A little reflection, however, convinced him that such a
proceeding would be not only unwise but hazardous in the extreme. He was
not sure that the companion of the merchant was Duncan, as he had been
unable to get close enough to recognize him, and a precipitate entry now
would, in case he was not the man, only serve to put them all upon
their guard against future surprises.
Manning therefore rapidly made his way to the marshal's office, and
finding him within, at once acquainted him with what he had discovered,
and requested his advice and assistance. The marshal selected one of his
most trusty assistants and the three men repaired to the place where
Manning had seen the merchant and his companion enter. The marshal, who
was intimately acquainted with the clothing merchant, informed Manning
that the gentleman occupied apartments in the building, and suggested
that he would be the best man to go up, as in case their man was not
there, he could invent some pretext for his visit which would not excite
undue suspicion.
This proposition was agreed to, and the marshal ascended the stairs. He
found the room unoccupied by the merchant and knocked at the door. All
was dark and silent within, and no response came to his summons. After
again knocking and making a careful examination of the place, the
marshal was convinced that the room was empty and that the men, whoever
they were, had departed.
Returning to the sidewalk, a hurried consultation was held, and it was
determined to leave the deputy to watch the room, while Manning and the
marshal went to the various livery stables in the town, in order to
ascertain if Duncan had arrived and had quartered his horse at any of
them. This arrangement was immediately carried into execution, and
stationing the deputy in a position where he could safely watch the
premises, the other two started upon their errand.
To Manning's delight their inquiries were rewarded with success, and at
one of the livery stables they found the identical white-faced pony
which had carried Duncan on his long journey, and which was now quietly
resting in comfortable quarters. This was indeed glad tidings to the
indefatigable detective, and he could have caressed the graceful little
animal from pure joy. There was now no longer any doubt that Duncan was
in the city, and that with proper precautions he could be secured. From
Mr. Livermore, it was learned that Duncan had arrived in Butte City on
the morning of the day previous, and that he was believed to be making
preparations for a trip into Mexico, in company with his cousin, the
merchant.
Believing that the best means now to be adopted to secure the young man,
was to remain in the stable until Duncan called for his horse, Manning
requested permission to do so, which was cheerfully granted by the
obliging liveryman. Manning therefore took up his position as a watcher,
while the marshal went to look after the man whom they had left on the
lookout at the sleeping apartments of the clothing merchant. After
watching for a long time, Manning made himself as comfortable as
possible, and prepared to spend the night in his new quarters. He dozed
and slept at fitful intervals in his uncomfortable position, and the
long night wore away without the appearance of the much-desired visitor.
The stable in which Manning had established himself, was arranged with a
row of stalls on either side, with a wide passage-way extending between
them. He therefore ensconced himself in the vacant stall immediately
opposite to the burglar's horse, and where he could see him at all
times. By peering through the crevices in the woodwork he also commanded
a full view of the entrance, and was thus enabled to see all who entered
the barn. Slowly the morning waned away and as yet no sign of the man
for whom he was waiting. How many times he had fancied he heard the
longed-for footstep, and peered anxiously out, only to be disappointed,
it would be impossible to tell. At length, however, just as he was about
to despair of success, he heard footsteps at the door, and peeping
through the opening in the stall, he saw the figure of the man for whose
appearance he had watched so long, and whose face had haunted him day
and night since he had started in pursuit of him. There he stood, not a
dozen feet away from him, and as the detective gazed at the unsuspecting
thief, a thrill of pleasurable excitement filled his being. In a moment,
however, he had controlled himself; and perfectly calm and collected, he
watched the man before him. There was no doubt that Duncan was
contemplating a renewal of his journey. He was dressed in a hunting suit
of heavy brown ducking, with high top boots and a wide brimmed sombrero,
while across his shoulders was slung a leather bag, which was filled
probably with clothing and provisions. In his hand he carried a splendid
repeating rifle, and a brace of pistols were in his belt.
All this the detective was able to note in the brief moment that Duncan
paused at the door, as if looking for some one to whom he could give
orders for the saddling of his horse. Seeing no one about the place,
however, he set his rifle down in a corner by the door, and walked
slowly down the passage until he reached the stall where his pony was
standing.
He was now directly in front of the spot where the detective was
concealed, but with his back toward the operative. As he turned to go
into the stall, Manning stopped quickly forward, with his revolver in
his hand, and grasping Duncan firmly by the shoulder, he said:
"Thomas Duncan, I have caught you at last."
Duncan started as though he had been shot, as these words rang in his
ears, and he felt the grasp of the detective's strong arm. In an instant
he recovered himself, and his hand quickly sought one of the revolvers
in his belt. The detective, however, was too quick for him, and placing
the muzzle of his pistol against the burglar's cheek, he said,
determinedly:
"If you attempt to draw your pistol, I'll blow your brains out!"
[Illustration: "If you attempt to draw your pistol, I'll blow out your
brains!"]
Duncan felt that it was useless to attempt to trifle with the resolute
man before him, and his arms dropped to his side.
"It's no use, Tod," said Manning, with a quiet smile. "I've got the drop
on you, and you might as well cave. Throw your pistols on the
ground."
Mechanically Duncan did as he was directed, and then turning to Manning,
he inquired in a low, suppressed tone:
"What do you want me for?"
"For the Geneva bank robbery," answered Manning. "You have led me a
pretty long chase, but you see I have caught you at last."
"If you had been one hour later," said the other, doggedly, "you never
would have taken me. Once on my horse, I would have defied you, and I
would have killed you like a dog."
"Well, well," answered Manning, "we won't talk about what you might have
done. I've got you, and that's enough for me."
At this juncture the marshal made his appearance, and offering his
assistance, the crestfallen young burglar was quietly led away to the
jail, where he was searched, and fifteen hundred dollars in money was
found upon his person, besides an excellent and valuable gold watch.
Without waiting for any further results, Manning rushed to the
telegraph office, in order to apprise me of his success. He could not
repress a pardonable feeling of pride in the victory he had
accomplished. His search was ended, his man was a prisoner, and shortly
afterward there came clicking over the wires to Chicago, the following
message:
"I have him, fifteen hundred dollars in money, a gold watch,
horse and rifle. Will sell horse for what I can get, and leave
here, with prisoner, for Chicago, in the morning."