"James," replied Scannell solemnly, "there are three thousand armed men coming for you and I have not thirty supporters around the jail." "Not thirty!" cried Casey astonished. For a moment he appeared crushed; then he leaped to his feet flourishing a long knife. "I'll not be taken from this place alive!" he cried. "Where are all you brave fellows who were going to see me through this?" At this moment Coleman knocked at the door of the jail. The sheriff hurried away to answer the summons. Casey took the opportunity to write a note for the Vigilantes which he gave to the marshal. It read: "_To the Vigilante Committee_. GENTLEMEN:--I am willing to go before you if you will let me speak but ten minutes. I do not wish to have the blood of any man upon my head." On entering the jail door Coleman and his companions bowed formally to the sheriff. "We have come for the prisoner Casey," said Coleman. "We ask that he be peaceably delivered us handcuffed at the door immediately." "Under existing circumstances," replied Scannell, "I shall make no resistance. The prison and its contents are yours." But Truett would have none of this. "We want only the man Casey at present," he said. "For the safety of all the rest we hold you strictly accountable." They proceeded at once to Casey's cell. The murderer heard them coming and sprang back from the door holding his long knife poised. Coleman walked directly to the door, where he stopped, looking Casey in the eye. At the end of a full minute he exclaimed sharply: "Lay down that knife!" As though the unexpected tones had broken a spell, Casey flung the knife from him and buried his face in his hands. Then, and not until then, Coleman informed him curtly that his request would be granted. They took Casey out through the door of the jail. The crowd gathered its breath for a frantic cheer. The relief from tension must have been great, but Coleman, bareheaded, raised his hand and, in instant obedience to the gesture, the cheer was stifled. The leaders then entered the carriage, which immediately turned and drove away. Thus Casey was safely in custody. Charles Cora, who, it will be remembered, had killed Marshal Richardson and who had gained from the jury a disagreement, was taken on a second trip. The street outside headquarters soon filled with an orderly crowd awaiting events. There was noticeable the same absence of excitement, impatience, or tumult so characteristic of the popular gatherings of that time, except perhaps when the meetings were conducted by the partisans of Law and Order. After a long interval one of the Committee members appeared at an upper window. "It is not the intention of the Committee to be hasty," he announced. "Nothing will be done today." This statement was received in silence. At last someone asked: "Where are Casey and Cora?" "The Committee hold possession of the jail. All are safe," said the Committee man.