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Show GREEDYGARROTERS. A Trinity of the Skulking Horde Attempt to Bob a M m on Main Street - BEPULSED BY A PEDESTRIAN. They Take to Their Heels and Disappear in the Darkness with Their Plunder. . The desperate and dernier extremes to which "slim picking" is driving the skulking garroter ha not been better demonstrated than in an episode that occurred in front of the Wasatch block at an early hour this morning, when an audacious effort was made to hold up and rob Unole Josh Whitney, as be is familiarly known, of hl.s money. The gentleman had been in the city to secure some prescriptions and having fulfilled this mission stepped into tliH Crystal saloon to fill his cigar case. He did not notice the suspicious trinity that was lurking under the eaves of the Wasatch block, and was unhitching unhitch-ing his horse when they descended on him. In less time than is required to recount it, one of the men had - fathomed the victim's outside pocket and mistaking the cigar case for a wallet departed with it. Ihe remaining remain-ing two then started in to invoice the contents of his cachemerse when George Reynolds, a conductor who has punohed tickets for years on the frontier fron-tier railways, made his appearance. He saw the struggle with Uncle Josh and pushing forward took an aggressive hand in the drama. His right arm shot out with the emphasis empha-sis of a pile driver and the larger of the remaining highwaymen , was sent to grass. Reynolds in the meantime demanding de-manding of the fellow to "give it up," meaning the pocket-book which, he thought, had been secured. At this , Juncture the sinewy knight of the punch who had already floored floor-ed his man detected the other fellow for whom he started like an untamed avalanche. Footpad No. 2 was then taken in hand by the lusty conductor and felled to his knees be recovered to beat a hasty trail up the street. About this time Sheriff Burt and Marshal Young, who had returned from their expedition to Granger where they had bagged Fred Huvnes who had undertaken to boat Mrs. McLeren to death, made their, appearance on the scene, but it was too late.' The highwaymen had made good their escape but it is safe to say that one of them, at least,' will not deem' it wise to exhibit his eyes in a public place for several days. On invoicing Uncle Jo.h found his loss confined to the cigar case and its contents. |