From Boniface to Bank Burglar; Or, The Price of Persecution: How a Successful Business Man, Through the Miscarriage of Justice, Became a Notorious Bank LooterWhite, George M. (George Miles)
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From Boniface to Bank Burglar; Or, The Price of Persecution: How a Successful Business Man, Through the Miscarriage of Justice, Became a Notorious Bank Looter
White, George M. (George Miles)
Bank robberies -- United States; Criminals -- Biography; White, George M. (George Miles)
They would not heed me, even in earnest as I was, but, with appetites
more than keen, continued to greedily munch pie. I would have done the
same thing had I not fully realized the danger, being hungry enough;
but I ventured one more plea: “Let’s get out of this trap, boys, and
find a thick woods, no matter how far we have to go. This place will be
the first to be searched, seeing that we have made a beaten path almost
to it. If we are discovered, where, I put it up to you, will we find
cover? There’s nothing but open country on both sides of us now.”
With his big, cavernous mouth--though all together he was a
good-looking chap, priding himself much on being a ladies’ man--filled
to overflowing with pie, Utley managed to say: “Blather all you want
to, greeny; we’re going to stay right here till night comes. We’re not
fools enough to steer out into the open country by daylight, and you
might as well smoke up.”
If it would have availed me anything, I might have still argued; but
as everything indicated to the contrary, I stopped here, though I felt
that a real outpouring of hot anger upon the whole lot of them would
have lifted a great pressure from my mind. Up to the moment of getting
the money the lads had used excellent judgment, but since then all but
Tall Jim had seemed to lack even the brains of an idiot. And as for
Jim, I saw that a big appetite had suddenly clouded his intellect.
“Stay here if you like,” I said, as calmly as I was able; “stay here
and lose all you’ve gained, but do it at your own risk, and don’t
think, when it is too late, that you’ve not been warned. As for me, I’m
going to strike for safety.”
Thus firing my last warning gun, I left them at their pie-eating, and
began a search for a hiding-place suited to my own ideas. After much
diligent scouring over several acres of land, about an eighth of a mile
farther down the ravine, and a little from it, I found a shelving ledge
below which was a sort of cave, where I believed a dozen men could stow
themselves away by a little squeezing. Though not much of a cave to my
mind, it seemed to be a place that might not be discovered, though a
right good search of the neighborhood was made. Its mouth was pretty
well hidden in all directions by a scrubby growth of bushes, though any
one in hiding in it could without much trouble see the ravine and hear
any one approaching from that quarter. So, returning, I, with renewed
arguments and armed with the possibilities of my discovery, induced the
lads, including the pig-headed Utley, to occupy the new refuge, they in
the meantime having taken my advice not to leave the slightest trace
of our course from the ravine. Having accomplished this, I experienced
a grim satisfaction I could not conceal from Utley. I felt confident
that I had warded off, in a measure, the danger which he had brought
upon us by his headstrong plunging down the railroad bank and in the
ploughed field.
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