This outpouring of the people to participate in the last sad rites for the departed showed clearly that the masses were arrayed solidly against the law breakers and assassins, whatever the executive and his coterie of supporters might represent to the President of the United States and his chief advisers. They were not upholders of insurrection, but protestors against the operations of the banditti. After the funerals the country people generally went home, feeling that they had done their duty and that the backbone of the invasion had been broken, notwithstanding the continued threats of another attempt on the part of the captured cattlemen. They were all ready to “come again,” however, should the necessity arise, and did not hesitate to say so in very plain English and in the presence of the non-fighting white caps, who were acting as spies. No greater proof of the loyalty of Johnson County people, or the “rustlers” of the northern counties, could be given than the following incident: After Governor Barber had ordered R. M. Allen, who was in the jail at Buffalo, turned over to the military authorities and after receipt of an order from the secretary of war to the same effect, Colonel Van Horn telephoned to Sheriff Angus to know if one troop of cavalry would be sufficient to send over for Allen, or whether he had better send three troops. The sheriff replied: “If you send one or three troops, the chances are that there will be trouble. But if you want your man, detail one soldier.” Accordingly, a sergeant was sent in an open wagon, with a driver. When he drove up in front of the court house there were 200 armed men in line on either side of the walk leading from the street to the court house door. The sheriff met the sergeant at the sidewalk, the men fell back, leaving a five-foot open way to the door, through which the sheriff and detail walked, and entering the house, went directly to the jail door. Allen was brought out, the soldier signed a receipt for him, and the three went to the east door. When Allen saw the multitude of armed men he hesitated and preferred returning to the jail, but the soldier, taking courage from the coolness of the sheriff, ordered and fairly dragged him through the lines to the wagon. No one interfered, or suggested interference, and the city marshal mounted behind the seat occupied by the soldier and the prisoner, they were driven rapidly to Fort McKinney, three miles away.