The Chronicles of a Gay GordonGordon, J. M. (Joseph Maria)
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The Chronicles of a Gay Gordon
Gordon, J. M. (Joseph Maria)
Generals -- England -- Biography; Gordon, J. M. (Joseph Maria), 1856-1929
A more filthy place is difficult to imagine. On very low stretchers
covered with rags by way of bedclothes lay the two men, one on each side
of me, with their heads towards the entrance to the tent. They were
sleeping heavily. I turned first towards the man on my right and suddenly
dropped heavily on him with my right knee on his chest, and before he
awoke to his senses I had him handcuffed. I turned over to the other one,
who was just trying to sit up, apparently dazed. I threw the stirrup
leather, the end of which I had passed through the buckle, making a noose
of it, over his head, and pulling at the end of it with all my might, I
backed out of the tent, dragging him after me. It was all done in a
minute, and I had them both bagged. The ganger was quite delighted as he
took hold of the stirrup leather to make the man secure while I went in
to pull out his handcuffed mate. This was easily done under the
persuasion of my revolver.
By the time they were both outside the tent they were wide awake. We made
them sit on the ground. I handed the revolver to the ganger and left them
in his charge while I searched their filthy abode. I was quite rewarded.
Underneath some rags which had served as a pillow to the handcuffed man I
found a knife with a blade about five inches long by some three-quarters
of an inch broad, such as is much in use amongst Italians. It was covered
with blood, some of which had not quite dried up. I also picked up a
dirty woollen comforter which he had evidently worn the night before and
on which were blood-stains of very recent date. I was satisfied; I found
nothing more of any value as evidence. My job was done; all that was left
was to escort my two prisoners to Adelaide.
It was now daylight. As there had been no noise few of the early risers
who came slouching out of their tents knew that any arrest had been made
until we were nearly out of the camp, and they took but little notice. I
thanked the man in charge and the ganger for their assistance, and, after
partaking of some coffee at the little cottage where the man in charge
lived, I started off with my two prisoners tied together, making for an
hotel not far off where I knew I could obtain a vehicle to drive them
down to Adelaide. I arrived in Adelaide all well, and by two o'clock they
were quickly and safely locked up in the police station. They were duly
charged and tried. The girl had recovered from her injuries, and the
culprit escaped with a long term of imprisonment instead of being hanged;
the other received a short sentence. My first attempt to hunt down
criminals had come off satisfactorily.
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