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Show CAUGHT ON A BARB. Fugitives From the Provo Jail Eecap-tured Eecap-tured in the Swamps Near Pleasant Grove. BULLETS PLAY THEIR LIVELY PART. The Convicts Finally Driven onto a Barbed AVire Fejioe From Which They aie picked Oft by a Marshal and His l'osse. Paddock and Pierce, two of the jail birds who overpowered Turnkey Mitchell at Provo, locked him in a cell, aud bade him a hasty adieu, were recaptured in the swamps near Pleasant Grove about 7 o'clock last night, aud restored to the officers of the law. Young Paddock, a bright, intelligent fellow, fel-low, who was convicted of horse stealing last fall, was stretched out ou a bench in the marshal's cage awaiting his return to the pen when a reporter saw him this afternoon. He ambled with a somnambulistic movement move-ment up to the grating, and recited the story of the delivery, iu which he played the leading lead-ing pmrt. "We saw the opportunity to escape and scorching under the lash of injustice that had been done us," said the convict, "took advantage of it. We had plotted the matter but a moment before and Pierce, who is a young fellow 'bout my age was in the closet when I caught the jailer by the back. Pierce joined me and we threw Mitchell in the cell and locked him up. We had failed to get the outside key and went back to him for it. We had to resort to no violence but trembling like an aspen leaf j the jailer handed ii out of the cell. He lies when he said a knife was brandished we had none, and he trumped up that story to excuse his own cowardice. We walked leisurely through the jail yard, and through the streets to the suburbs, where we put on steam and avoiding the bridge forded the river. We then got into the brush near Pleasant Grove, where we ran amuck of a farmer. He gave the alarm. The countrymen country-men began to gather like locus's and we moved on. The marshal appeared ou horseback horse-back ami started to run us do vvn. The bullets fell around us like hailstones, but we sped on until I got entangled in a barbed wire fence when be captured us. It was a close call," aud Paddon shuddered as he turned and again sought the. bench on which he was wooing slumber. |