“running and shouting up the line and as quickly as we could we got out
and crossed the State road (Garden City road.) If we had not left our
bridles, the police would not have known we had been there. I had but one
arm and I seized my blankets. If I had had two, I should have tried to
carry away some of the chicken, for we were dreadfully hungry. After
crossing the road we went southeast to the river, ran half a mile up the
stream and there laid down all day.”
Asked if he did not hear shots fired, he said he did, and saw one of the
pursuers within twenty yards of him,
“At night,” he continued, “we made across the railroad track again,
crossing two or three miles up towards Lake Crystal, and then took a
northerly course to the road running due west from Mankato. We then
entered the Minnesota timber, where we stayed two nights. Then we made the
first of the Linden chain of lakes, I think, and remained in that
neighborhood three nights, where we got some chickens. Up to this time we
had been”