“Now, here is Jones’ story as told us in Lawyer Fisher’s office, in Chadron, in the presence of four other witnesses: He said that they walked about until near midnight. Mr. Walker insisted upon leaving. He (Jones) objected. Walker said Harvey and Witt had offered them each a horse and saddle and $1,000 if they would leave the country and not testify against the cattlemen, and he was in favor of going. Harvey and Witt came along and took them over to old man Morton’s place to talk it over. There they met altogether some eight or ten men, who insisted upon their going. The names of most of them are known and will be given during the coming political campaign. Some of them live here in Douglas. Jones says that they parleyed there for an hour. The gang finally offered them each a horse and saddle and $2,700 cash when they got east of Grand Island, Nebraska. Jones wanted the money then. He told them that he thought that they were just trying to get them out in the country to kill them, and that he would not go with such a gang. He finally told them that there were no charges against him; that he could go when and where he pleased; and that if they would give him a horse and $500 then and there he would leave the country all alone and they had leave to kill him if he ever returned to testify against the Wolcott gang. They refused to do that. One of the gang then told him that he and Walker had got to leave or they would kill them right then and there. Jones said that he would go, provided only one man went along with them, and it was then arranged that Witt should accompany them to Harrison, Neb. Harvey was to take the train and meet them there that evening, and the four would go together to Grand Island, where they were to be paid $2,700 each and given tickets to New Mexico. Jones said it was intended by the gang that it would leave here early in the evening, but it was about 1 o’clock in the morning when three saddled horses were brought out of Morton’s stable and he was told to mount a blue roan. Jones said he weakened when he saw the murderous-looking gang standing about, and he flatly refused to go, and said he was going to the sheriff’s office and go to bed. Instantly guns were drawn and one of the stockmen said: ‘Get on to that horse, you s-- of a b-- or I will kill you! We’ve stood enough of your d--d foolishness.’ Jones said he thought it meant death anyway, so he mounted the old man Morton’s black horse that had been loaned to the gang for the occasion. Walker mounted a red roan and Witt the blue roan, and the three pulled out through a back alley and struck east at a rattling pace.