tepped toward the partly
thrown-off gang plank.

A shot rang out from the immediate vicinity of deputy W. A. Bridges,
then another, closely followed by a volley that sent them staggering
backward. Many fell to the deck. Evidently the waving of McRae's
revolver was the prearranged signal for the carnage to commence. The
long months of lumber trust lawlessness had culminated in cowardly,
deliberate, premeditated and foul murder!

Young Gerlot crumpled up and slid part way down the flag pole, then
suddenly threw out both arms and crashed lifeless to the deck, his
bullet-torn and bleeding body acting as a shield for several who had
thrown themselves prostrate. Passenger Oscar Carlson threw himself flat
upon the forward deck and while in that position seven bullets found
their way into his quivering flesh, life clinging to the shattered form
by a strange vagary of fate. With a severe bullet wound in his abdomen,
Ed Roth swayed back and forth for a moment and then toppled forward on
his face.

When a bullet whistled past the head of Captain Chauncey Wiman, and
another tore a spoke as thick as a man's wrist from the pilot wheel
beneath his hand, he deserted his post to barricade himself behind the
safe with a mattress, remaining in that position until the close of the
hostilities.

At the first shot and during the first volley the unarmed men wildly
sought cover from the deadly leaden hail. Those who had not dropped to
the deck, wounded or seeking shelter, surged to the starboard side of
the boat, causing it to list to an alarming degree, the fastened bowline
alone preventing it from capsizing. Several men lost their footing on
the blood-slimed decks and were pitched headlong overboard. There,
struggling frantically in the water,--by no possible chance
combatants--a storm of rifle bullets churning little whirlpools around
their heads, one by one they were made the victims of lumber trust greed
by the Hessianized deputies stationed at the shore end of the City Dock
and upon the dock to the south. The bay was reddened with their blood.
Of all who went overboard, James Hadley alone regained the deck, the
rest disappearing beneath the silent waters to be dragged by the
undertow out to an unknown and nameless ocean grave.

Young Joe Ghilezano seized the rail preparatory to jumping overboard,
but seeing two men shot dead while they were in the water he lay down on
the deck instead. While there a bullet pierced his hip, another