His first intimation of trouble was
the hearing of the resonant tramp of feet outside. His second was when
Sheriff Scannell stood before him with the Vigilantes' note in his hand.
Casey took one glance at Scannell's face.
"You aren't going to betray me?" he cried. "You aren't going to give me
up?"
"James," replied Scannell solemnly, "there are three thousand armed men
coming for you and I have not thirty supporters around the jail."
"Not thirty!" cried Casey astonished. For a moment he appeared crushed;
then he leaped to his feet flourishing a long knife. "I'll not be taken
from this place alive!" he cried. "Where are all you brave fellows who
were going to see me through this?"
At this moment Coleman knocked at the door of the jail. The sheriff
hurried away to answer the summons.
Casey took the opportunity to write a note for the Vigilantes which he
gave to the marshal. It read:
"_To the Vigilante Committee_. GENTLEMEN:--I am willing to go before you
if you will let me speak but ten minutes. I do not wish to have the
blood of any man upon my head."
On entering the jail door Coleman and his companions bowed formally to
the sheriff.
"We have come for the prisoner Casey," said Coleman. "We ask that he be
peaceably delivered us handcuffed at the door immediately.
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