fired one volley.

I tried to get my man, and started through, but the next I knew I was
lying on the ground, bleeding from my nose and mouth, and Bob was standing
up, shouting:

"Coward!"

One of the fellows in the outer line, not brave enough himself to join the
volunteers who had come in to beat us out, was not disposed to believe in
the surrender, and had his gun levelled on Bob in spite of the
handkerchief which was waving as a flag of truce.

Sheriff Glispin, of Watonwan county, who was taking Bob's pistol from him,
was also shouting to the fellow:

"Don't shoot him or I'll shoot you."

All of us but Bob had gone down at the first fire. Pitts, shot through
the heart, lay dead. Jim, including the wound in the shoulder he received
at Northfield, had been shot five times, the most serious being the shot
which shattered his upper jaw and lay imbedded beneath the brain, and a
shot that buried itself underneath his spine, and which gave him trouble
to the day of his death. Including those received in and on the way from
Northfield I had eleven wounds.

A bullet had pierced Bob's right lung, but he was the only one left on his
feet. His right arm useless, and his pistol empty, he had no choice.

"I surrender," he had shouted. "They're all down but me. Come on. I'll
not shoot."

And Sheriff Glispin's order not to shoot was the beginning of the
protectorate that Minnesota people established over us.

We were taken into Madelia that day and our wounds dressed, and I greeted
my old landlord, Col. Vought, who had been one of the seven to go in to
get us. We were taken to his hotel and a guard posted.

Then came the talk of mob vengeance we had heard so often in Missouri. It
was said a mob would be out that night to lynch us. Sheriff Glispin swore
we would never be mobbed as long as we were his prisoners.

"I don't want any man to risk his life for us," I said to him, "but if
they do come for us give us our pistols so we can make a fight for it."

"If they do come, and I weaken," he said, "you can have your pistols."

But the only mob that came was the mob of sightseers, reporters and
detectives.

30. TO PRISON FOR LIFE

Saturday we were taken to Faribault, the county seat of Rice county, in
which Northfield is, and here there was more talk of lynching, but Sheriff
Ara Barton was not of that kind either, and we were guarded by militia
until the excitement had subsided. A Faribault police