American Outlaws: Danny Daniels and America's Deadliest Prison Riot
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Speaker 2: welcome to Kind of Murdery. I'm your host, Zevan Odelberg.
Speaker 2: Thank you for choosing to spend your precious time with
Speaker 2: me today. I bring you a blow by blow, bullet
Speaker 2: by bullet, dynamite and plouring bomb by Chloring Bomb. True
Speaker 2: recounting of one of the bloodiest prison riots in American history,
Speaker 2: the October third, nineteen twenty nine uprising at the Colorado
Speaker 2: State Penitentiary at Danyon City. I found this story in
Speaker 2: the June nineteen thirty issue of True Detective Magazine, which
Speaker 2: means it was published just eight short months after the riot.
Speaker 2: It was written by Joseph McNeill of the Denver Post,
Speaker 2: who called it Crimson Knight The truth about the Canyon
Speaker 2: City jailbreak. This is not a story of the triumph
Speaker 2: of the human spirit or the surprising nobility of the incarcerated,
Speaker 2: but it is a testament to toughness and the horrors
Speaker 2: that can be committed by men who are tenacious, capable,
Speaker 2: and perhaps most importantly hopeless. You see, Colorado Governor Billy Adams,
Speaker 2: elected to three consecutive two year terms, the first in
Speaker 2: nineteen twenty seven, was ushered into office on the strength
Speaker 2: of his tough on crime platform. While running for governor,
Speaker 2: he promised that as long as he was governor, there
Speaker 2: would be no clemency. Beyond that, no parole under any
Speaker 2: circumstances Colorado's incarcerated class. This was a position that he
Speaker 2: not only stuck to once elected, but repeatedly and publicly reiterated.
Speaker 2: For resourceful and hardened criminals who felt their sentences were
Speaker 2: unjust over long, or who just wanted out, men who
Speaker 2: now could not even look forward to the possibility of parole.
Speaker 2: Adam's campaign promise of no parole and no clemency, a
Speaker 2: promise upon which he steadfastly delivered not only extinguished all
Speaker 2: hope of future freedom, but also stoked the fires of resolve,
Speaker 2: leaving Colorado's most desperate, strong willed, and capable prisoners, men who,
Speaker 2: without parole or clemency, expected to die, whether by old age, illness,
Speaker 2: or violence in prison, to conclude that escape or uprising
Speaker 2: were their only sane options. Let this be a lesson
Speaker 2: to all future chief executives, whether they be tyrannical strong
Speaker 2: men or benevolent rulers with not but the best intentions.
Speaker 2: Human beings thrive on hope. It is the singular gift
Speaker 2: unleashed by Pandora is boxed so powerful that it exists
Speaker 2: to on its own counterbalance the myriad curses and evils
Speaker 2: of this world. Extinguish hope at your own peril or
Speaker 2: without it when situations become desperate, and they always do,
Speaker 2: there is nothing to stem the bloody tide of humanity's
Speaker 2: worst inclinations. Take away all hope, and you expel the
Speaker 2: better angels from our shoulders, and leave behind only the
Speaker 2: red clad in blood, hungry devils to whisper sweet sweet
Speaker 2: violence in our ears. And with that dire warning, I
Speaker 2: bring you the action packed true crime tragedy Canyon City carnage.
Speaker 2: This is the real story of that crimson night of
Speaker 2: horror October third, nineteen twenty nine, at the Colorado State Penitentiary.
Speaker 2: We begin at the end of a gunfight after a
Speaker 2: long standoff following the robbery of a jewelry store. It's
Speaker 2: time to rock and roll, although I think that's the
Speaker 2: wrong genre, because this story is metal au flat footed SAPs.
Speaker 2: I've got a belly full, Give me a chance, and
Speaker 2: I'll come out, just to show you I'm a square guy.
Speaker 2: I'll give up my gats. The message Chief Hugh D.
Speaker 2: Harper and his Colorado Police Force had waited hours to
Speaker 2: hear at last, drifted through the shattered windows of Buckwald's
Speaker 2: Jewelry store on Colorado Avenue, just east of Cascade Avenue.
Speaker 2: It meant surrender and into this game of hounds and hair,
Speaker 2: assurance that a pitched battle between burglar and police would
Speaker 2: end without further casualties. Certainly, a desperado would be captured,
Speaker 2: a robbery thwarted, angry though it was, and still defiant.
Speaker 2: The voice drifting out of the darkened jewelry store meant
Speaker 2: all of these things to Chief Harper. And his embattled
Speaker 2: force victory. It was time. It came midnight to dawn.
Speaker 2: It had been a long, desperate fight, a costly one too,
Speaker 2: with patrol men Ben McMahon and Allen Burton wounded in
Speaker 2: facing weeks, if not months, of inactivity, a business block
Speaker 2: riddled with lead and uncounted property damage. Come on out, then,
Speaker 2: you blasted idiot, Chief Harper shouted back, but keep your
Speaker 2: hands up high and no tricks. Two German lugers sailed
Speaker 2: through the jewelry store window, or rather what was left
Speaker 2: of the windows, and fell in the street, almost at
Speaker 2: the chief's feet. The man inside meant business. He sealed
Speaker 2: his promise with his guns. The police waited, entrenched in
Speaker 2: Colorado Avenue, behind anything that appeared in the least bulletproof,
Speaker 2: and in the alley behind the jewelry store. Chief Harper
Speaker 2: and his men had waited, waited, and were disappointed. And
Speaker 2: with each disappointment they poured an almost ceaseless rain of rifle,
Speaker 2: shotgun and revolver lead into the darkened jewelry store from
Speaker 2: its one story roof, through a skylight that gave an
Speaker 2: unobstructed play. A Thompson machine gun raked the inn side
Speaker 2: of the store, but there were no results, none until now,
Speaker 2: somewhere inside. Amid the havoc wrought by incessant firing, a
Speaker 2: wreckage of shattered showcases and splintered fixtures, the wounding of
Speaker 2: two patrol men charged against him, the man who had
Speaker 2: just called out his surrenders, stood his ground, firing back
Speaker 2: when a hit seemed reasonably certain, cursing, sometimes taunting, always
Speaker 2: why don't you come in and get me a yellow
Speaker 2: bellied coppas if you think it tough enough, he shouted
Speaker 2: when the police first hemmed him in, and patrol men
Speaker 2: McMahon and Burton, displaying more courage than prudence, rushed his stronghold,
Speaker 2: only to learn there was a sting in his boasts.
Speaker 2: Shortly after midnight in late December nineteen twenty eight, this
Speaker 2: man was discovered in the jewelry store. And now, as
Speaker 2: the first rays of a new day's sun fell like
Speaker 2: the snow capped summit of Pike's Peak, lifting the massive
Speaker 2: granite pile from a field of shadows, the police began
Speaker 2: to feel reasonably certain that the long siege would soon
Speaker 2: be ended. Chlorine gas bring him out, Chief Harper predicted
Speaker 2: an hour before the message of surrender. He spoke to
Speaker 2: Deputy Chief Fred H. Springer, assisting in command of the
Speaker 2: police forces in Colorado Avenue at the time of this siege. Well,
Speaker 2: said Springer, repeating what he had told the Chief before.
Speaker 2: Denver's on the way with chlor eyed bombs. But it's
Speaker 2: a seventy five mile drive and they're coming by auto.
Speaker 2: They can't fly the Palmer Lake Divide at night. Ought
Speaker 2: to be here directly. We'll wait for the gas, So
Speaker 2: hold your fire, Chief Harper decided. Anyway, the town's got
Speaker 2: to get some sleep. Can't with all this racket. Look
Speaker 2: at the Antler Hotel's windows. A guest looking out of
Speaker 2: every one of them, say who stirred up this hornet?
Speaker 2: The Chief asked, taking advantage of the cessation of hostilities
Speaker 2: to get the facts on the introductory chapters of an
Speaker 2: episode that was to become a Department classic. Called from
Speaker 2: bed after the battle had started, Chief Harper had been
Speaker 2: too busy directing the attack to inquire about the cause. Now,
Speaker 2: he decided he'd like to know. Patrolman George Koltenberger stepped forward.
Speaker 2: I'm guilty, Chief, he said. I was rounding the corner
Speaker 2: a cascade in Colorado. When this guy's lookout fired at me,
Speaker 2: I dropped on my belly and fired back. Then from
Speaker 2: the roof of the National Cafe next door to Buckwald's,
Speaker 2: a couple of other gents opened up on me with automatics.
Speaker 2: Who's this mug inside? Anybody know? The chief interrupted. No
Speaker 2: one could answer the question, and Koltenberger continued. Finally, the
Speaker 2: guy in the street emptied his gun and ran. The
Speaker 2: birds on the roof took to cover, and I ran
Speaker 2: up to Buckwald's door, tripping over these on the sidewalk,
Speaker 2: said Koltenberger, Tripping over what? Chief Harper asked, curious, now
Speaker 2: these wires, the patrolman answered, handing the ends of two
Speaker 2: insulated copper strands to his superior. The Chief examined them,
Speaker 2: noted they stretched across Colorado Avenue and upwards over the
Speaker 2: corners of the jewelry store. He was puzzled. He touched
Speaker 2: the copper exposed ends of the strands, forming a contact.
Speaker 2: There was a spark, and in the distance of faint buzzing.
Speaker 2: The wires were a puzzle no longer to Chief Harper. Hmmm,
Speaker 2: scientific guys, he remarked. A signal from the lookout to
Speaker 2: the bird inside cracking the safe. A cracking is right,
Speaker 2: Deputy Chief Springer interposed, it might have been a fat haul.
Speaker 2: There's fifteen thousand dollars in gems in the safe, or
Speaker 2: there was when Buckwald closed up last night, fifteen thousand. Well,
Speaker 2: if the outside men didn't get them, this guy won't.
Speaker 2: When the chloride gets into his eyes and up his nose,
Speaker 2: he'll come out. If he don't, he'll choke. The distant
Speaker 2: roar of an automobile motor traveling with its muffler open
Speaker 2: ended further discussion sounds like company's coming, Deputy Chief Springer observed.
Speaker 2: Within a few minutes a machine came to a grinding
Speaker 2: stop in the street in front of the jewelry store,
Speaker 2: and detectives George Ed and O. V. Wingren saluted Chief Harper.
Speaker 2: The chlorine bombs had finally arrived from Denver. Got a
Speaker 2: leech A chief detective d ventured, Yeah, but he ain't
Speaker 2: gonna stick around much longer. Much obliged for these boys,
Speaker 2: Harper answered, thanking them for the bombs. In a matter
Speaker 2: of minutes, Chief Harper distributed the chlorine bombs, sending a
Speaker 2: consignment to Inspector Dad Bruce, in command of the machine
Speaker 2: gun detail on the roof. Tell Dad to drop a
Speaker 2: bomb through the skylight every time he hears the buzzer,
Speaker 2: was the message he sent to Bruce. Handy arrangement. This
Speaker 2: ah Springer, handy for burglars, handy for cops. Within a
Speaker 2: few minutes, Detective Bob Raith, who carried the bombs and
Speaker 2: a message to Inspector Bruce, returned to report all was ready.
Speaker 2: Chief Harper ordered his men to hold fire, but to
Speaker 2: be prepared to fight. All ready, Now for results, he shouted.
Speaker 2: He brought the wire points together in the distance. There
Speaker 2: was a faint buzzing, and a moment afterwards, a bang.
Speaker 2: Nerves a tingle, muscles, taut eyes alert. The police waited,
Speaker 2: their guns trained on the jewelry store. Slow moving clouds
Speaker 2: of gas billowed through the shattered windows. Acrid, biting fumes
Speaker 2: swept out of the store and into the avenue, but
Speaker 2: there was no sign of a man coming out. The
Speaker 2: signal buzzed a second time, and then a third, and
Speaker 2: down the skylight. Inspector Bruce dropped two more bombs. Again,
Speaker 2: the police waited. The gas clouds rolled lazily through the windows,
Speaker 2: denser more pungent, a short weight, and the cry of surrender.
Speaker 2: Then two German lugers. Sailed through the air with his
Speaker 2: hands up, his eyes streaming tears, coughing convulsively as the
Speaker 2: gas fumes bit into tender throat tissues and penetrated equally
Speaker 2: tender nostrils. The man staggered into the street, fighting for breath.
Speaker 2: He approached Chief Harper. The name's Daniels, he managed to
Speaker 2: explain between fits of coughing, Danny, they call me My
Speaker 2: home's Oklahoma City. I'm out on seven five hundred dollars
Speaker 2: bond for assault at Bartlesville, five thousand dollars federal bond
Speaker 2: for auto theft a Tulsa, one thousand dollars assault bond
Speaker 2: at Nowada. Used to be a bookkeeper. Never killed a
Speaker 2: man in my life. On my way to Wyoming to rest.
Speaker 2: Maybe Danny was telling the truth and he'd never killed
Speaker 2: a man. But this is carnage, a Canon city, and
Speaker 2: that streak was about to come to an end. Oh no,
Speaker 2: said the chief, Not Wyoming, Daniels, Canyon City. That's where
Speaker 2: we send guys like you for vacations. Long ones too.
Speaker 2: Who are your pals? Pals Daniels replied, acting like he
Speaker 2: had no idea what the chief was talking about. Let's see,
Speaker 2: said the chief call one of them Red Taylor, and
Speaker 2: the other one Whitey Williams. I guess that's good enough,
Speaker 2: the man replied, indicating he would give no information about
Speaker 2: the men who had escaped. They got away, I got caught.
Speaker 2: That's my tough luck. Where'd you learn this racket? Chief
Speaker 2: Harper questioned, Oklahoma mostly trailed around with the cimes gang
Speaker 2: sum the man boasted, got jobbed and did a stretch.
Speaker 2: Been sore ever since he said this. Angrily got a
Speaker 2: wife and a kid in Oklahoma. Listen, Chief, they won't
Speaker 2: know anything about this, will they. Daniels stopped talking as
Speaker 2: Inspector Bruce approached. When the gas cleared from the jewelry
Speaker 2: store or, Inspector Bruce and his detail went inside to
Speaker 2: learn some things the police did not know. Coming back out,
Speaker 2: stumbling over debris, he stated, neat job, Chief. They got
Speaker 2: in through the National Cafe, dug a tunnel through the
Speaker 2: wall to get to Buckwald's safe. There's a slab of
Speaker 2: steel out of the safe, but the torchman didn't have
Speaker 2: time to complete the job. The jewels must be safe inside. Yeah,
Speaker 2: it's a dud for me, Daniels confirmed, ignoring the remark.
Speaker 2: Inspector Bruce continued, this mug worked inside a tent and
Speaker 2: in that way concealed the glow from the acettlene torch.
Speaker 2: There's two tanks of ascettling gas in the tent, twenty
Speaker 2: four rounds for an automatic, twenty five shells for a
Speaker 2: twenty gage shotgun, and an extra clip for a luger.
Speaker 2: No guns left everything just as we found it, and
Speaker 2: the boys are looking around for fingerprints, Bruce finished, secretly
Speaker 2: admiring Daniel's thoroughness. Hey, everybody, welcome back to kind of Murdery.
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Speaker 2: City Carnage. I'm going to rewind the story about twenty
Speaker 2: seconds to let you settle back into it. There's two
Speaker 2: tanks of a settling gas in the tent, twenty four
Speaker 2: rounds for an automatic, twenty five shells for a twenty
Speaker 2: gage shotgun, and an extra clip for a luger. No
Speaker 2: guns left everything just as we found it, and the
Speaker 2: boys are looking around for fingerprints. Bruce finished, secretly admiring
Speaker 2: Daniel's thoroughness. The first experience with Danny Daniels showed the
Speaker 2: kind of metal he was made of. Glorious sunlight of
Speaker 2: an Indian summer day flooded the Pike's Peak region as
Speaker 2: Chief Harper snapped a pair of handcuffs around Danny Daniel's
Speaker 2: wrists and ordered him taken under guard to the El
Speaker 2: Paso County Jail. The excitement over, Sleepy eyed guests of
Speaker 2: the Antler Hotel crawled back into bed to snatch a
Speaker 2: few hours of rest before golf engagements at the Broadmoor
Speaker 2: or motor trips up the peak compelled them to rise again. Haggard, ragged, nerved,
Speaker 2: police officers, glad the siege was ended, dragged themselves home
Speaker 2: and to bed until duty again forced them to their posts.
Speaker 2: In the meantime, the pals of Danny Daniels were racing
Speaker 2: southward towards Pueblo in a stolen automobile, leaving their pal
Speaker 2: behind to fight for freedom the best he could. October
Speaker 2: was drawing to a close when Daniels, desperate in the
Speaker 2: realization that within a month he would face a jury
Speaker 2: on a charge of burglary, again, struck at the law.
Speaker 2: Jailer Frank Bot was his target, delivering the noon meals
Speaker 2: to prisoners in the El Paso County Jail. Bought passed
Speaker 2: within arm's reach of Daniel's cell, the outlaw thrust an
Speaker 2: arm through the bars of his cage and in a
Speaker 2: downward sweep, slashed the jailer's throat with a razor missed
Speaker 2: the juggular but opened an ugly gash in the cell
Speaker 2: keeper's neck. Disarmed, he was thrown into a dungeon, and
Speaker 2: thereafter his keepers were more vigilant. And then in November
Speaker 2: a trial. The jury heard the story of the siege
Speaker 2: at Buckwald's jewelry store and the forceful injury of the
Speaker 2: National Cafe. The verdict was guilty on two counts. On
Speaker 2: the morning of November thirtieth, nineteen twenty eight, Daniels stood
Speaker 2: before the bar in District Judge Wilbur M Alter's court
Speaker 2: room for sentence. Have you anything to say, the court asked,
Speaker 2: putting the usual question forward, nothing, Daniels growled. Judge Alter
Speaker 2: began the pronouncement of sentence. It is the sentence of
Speaker 2: this court that you be confined in the penitentiary at
Speaker 2: Canyon City, at hard Labor for a term of twelve
Speaker 2: to fourteen years on the first count, and that Daniels
Speaker 2: breathed audibly, and the court paused. With his hand, the
Speaker 2: prisoner wiped beads of perspiration from his forehead, shifted his
Speaker 2: weight from one leg to the other, and stood ready
Speaker 2: to hear the remainder of the court's pronouncement. Judge Alter continued,
Speaker 2: and that you be confined in the penitentiary, not at
Speaker 2: hard labor, for twelve to fourteen years. On the second count,
Speaker 2: the sentences to run consecutively. Mister Sheriff take charge of
Speaker 2: the prisoner. Whew, Daniels exclaimed, exhaling through clench, and then
Speaker 2: twenty eight years. Huh. The works across the mountains by
Speaker 2: a road that winds down into the Green Valleys and
Speaker 2: up pine studded rocky slopes to the summit of the
Speaker 2: Secondary Range of the Rockies. The distance from Colorado Springs
Speaker 2: to the Canyon City Penitentiary is fifty two miles. Danny
Speaker 2: Daniels made that trip on the afternoon of November thirtieth,
Speaker 2: nineteen twenty eight, with the sentence so recently pronounced ringing
Speaker 2: in his ears, twenty eight years in the penitentiary meant
Speaker 2: a lifetime. At his age, he was thirty eight, handcuffed,
Speaker 2: an organ boot locked around his right leg at the ankle.
Speaker 2: He made the trip in silence, seated between two armed guards.
Speaker 2: Chief Harper sat in the front seat of the automobile
Speaker 2: beside the driver. Canyon City sits on a high plateau
Speaker 2: to the north and west. The town is hemmed in
Speaker 2: by the eminence of the Rockies, the last encountered before
Speaker 2: the approach to the heights of the Continental Divide. The
Speaker 2: prison where Colorado incarcerates her felons is built on the
Speaker 2: slope of the North Hills. Its back or north wall,
Speaker 2: abuts them. Red sandstone ramparts thirty feet high and four
Speaker 2: feet thick enclose the prison grounds and buildings in an
Speaker 2: irregular rectangle. Three cell houses, known as Tiers one, two,
Speaker 2: and three are grouped close together nearer the north and
Speaker 2: west walls. The west wall overlooks the warden's residence and
Speaker 2: near its juncture with the north rampart, there is a
Speaker 2: steel barred gate through which railcars are admitted to the
Speaker 2: prison grounds with supplies and coal. Cell House number three
Speaker 2: is a little to the south and east of the gate,
Speaker 2: possibly fifty yards. Stone turrets, each a part of the
Speaker 2: stone walls, overlook the prison grounds and buildings from all sides.
Speaker 2: They are the lookout stations, occupied day and night by
Speaker 2: guards who patrol the walls at regular intervals, rifles resting
Speaker 2: in the crook of their arms. On a clear day,
Speaker 2: A panoramic view of Colorado's pentitate injury is visible from
Speaker 2: a promontory nineteen miles to the eastward. The November day
Speaker 2: that Danny Daniels came over the mountains from Colorado Springs
Speaker 2: was just such a day. As the automobile that carried
Speaker 2: him topped the last hill before the plateau. Daniels glimpsed
Speaker 2: the prison, backed up against the massive granite hillside. He winced,
Speaker 2: not for long. He muttered between clenched teeth, leaving his
Speaker 2: guards to speculate on what he meant. Half an hour later,
Speaker 2: he passed through the steel gates of the prison administration building,
Speaker 2: which faces the south with its back to the prison
Speaker 2: yard and cell houses. He was mugged, printed and classified,
Speaker 2: and turned over to a guard captain to be assigned
Speaker 2: to a cell house. Danny Daniels became convict number one
Speaker 2: four to two seven seven. As he disappeared into the
Speaker 2: prison yard, Chief Harper, who had watched his transformation from
Speaker 2: a man under sentence to a full fledged convict, turned
Speaker 2: to Warden Francis Eugene Crawford and said, Jeane, there goes
Speaker 2: a tough egg. You'll have to watch him. Daniels carried
Speaker 2: into the canyon city penitentiary, the same hatred of authority
Speaker 2: he had harbored on the outside. In the prison, there
Speaker 2: were many men like him, and he was not long
Speaker 2: in making the acquaintance of these convicts. James Pardue alias
Speaker 2: Walter J. Hollob was one of them. Pardu was the
Speaker 2: type that crime experts call a habitual criminal. When he
Speaker 2: met Daniels, he was completing the fourth year of a
Speaker 2: ten year to life sentence and posed for highway robbery
Speaker 2: in the West Side Criminal Court at Denver, and boasted
Speaker 2: a long and varied career in crime. As a boy,
Speaker 2: Pardu was an inmate at the Missouri Reform School in Boonville.
Speaker 2: He was committed for shoplifting, liberated on parole. He was
Speaker 2: back again in the Boonville School in nineteen nineteen under
Speaker 2: a five year sentence. This time it was burglary. He
Speaker 2: escaped in two months and was at liberty until nineteen
Speaker 2: twenty two. That year, he was back again at Boonville
Speaker 2: under sentence of five years in criminal accomplishment. He had progressed.
Speaker 2: This time the charge was armed robbery. Again he escaped,
Speaker 2: and again he was arrested, tried, and convicted. Now too
Speaker 2: old for Boonville. He was sent to the Missouri State Prison,
Speaker 2: which received him for armed robbery in nineteen twenty three.
Speaker 2: In nineteen twenty four, he again broke out, and in
Speaker 2: course of the search for a place to hide, he
Speaker 2: reached Colorado. Within a few months, the Denver police had
Speaker 2: him in custody for aggravated robbery a drug store stick up,
Speaker 2: and in time Pardu reached Canyon City. In a fit
Speaker 2: of anger, Pardu once told Deputy Warden William Green, I
Speaker 2: can't and I won't serve the sentence they gave me
Speaker 2: a Denver and that was the way Daniels felt about
Speaker 2: his sentence. So it was that Daniels and Pardu had
Speaker 2: much in common. It was natural that they should become
Speaker 2: prison pals. That their thoughts should turn spontaneously to liberty
Speaker 2: and to the day when it would come legally or otherwise,
Speaker 2: made no difference to them as they contemplated the future.
Speaker 2: Inaugural day in March nineteen twenty nine held the attention
Speaker 2: of the people of Colorado. Governor William H. Adams was
Speaker 2: to begin his set term. In a message to the
Speaker 2: people of the state, he promised, as he had promised
Speaker 2: two years before, that there would be no pardons, no
Speaker 2: paroles for convicts. Through unknown channels, the news penetrated the
Speaker 2: penitentiary and spread among the convicts. With hope of executive
Speaker 2: clemency gone for at least two years, the natural result
Speaker 2: of the news was unrest among the convicts. Daniels and Pardu,
Speaker 2: now more restless and more dissatisfied, did much to ferment it.
Speaker 2: By avenues to this day, undiscovered arms were smuggled into
Speaker 2: the prison. Luckily they were found and confiscated, and convicts
Speaker 2: suspected of possessing them were thrown into the prison coolers
Speaker 2: on a diet of bread and water. By Midsummer, discipline
Speaker 2: became harder to enforce and unrest was more pronounced. It
Speaker 2: was now late July, eight months since Daniels and Pardu,
Speaker 2: moved by mutual sympathy, had formed an alliance. They were
Speaker 2: assigned with other convicts to unload steam coal brought into
Speaker 2: the penitentiary through the west gate. At the same task
Speaker 2: were Alfred H. Davis thirty eight years old, and Melvin
Speaker 2: Read Majors alias Riley, thirty years old. As prison records go,
Speaker 2: Davis and Majors were rated bad ones by virtue of
Speaker 2: two attempts to break out of Canyon City. Davis had
Speaker 2: attained some local fame among the convicts and majors, with
Speaker 2: a record for a successful break from a California prison
Speaker 2: was rated a quote crafty guy with guts. Daniels and
Speaker 2: Pardu recognized men of particular qualifications in the pair who
Speaker 2: would prove useful members of their confederacy. They took them in.
Speaker 2: Like Pardus, Major's record was spotty. Good behavior which paroled him,
Speaker 2: was short lived, and Los Angeles sent him back to Iona.
Speaker 2: This time it was robbery. One day he was missing,
Speaker 2: and he was at liberty until sent to San Quentin.
Speaker 2: Again it was robbery. Next he was an inmate of
Speaker 2: fulsome and once more good behavior unlatched penitentiary doors. He
Speaker 2: was a clever man, but an incorrigible such was his
Speaker 2: record when he saw greener and less hazardous fields in Colorado.
Speaker 2: About the time of his arrival, there was a series
Speaker 2: of hold ups. Denver police were never able to prove
Speaker 2: these against Majors, but they ceased after he fled the
Speaker 2: city following the shooting of patrolman James Cass, who was
Speaker 2: wounded as he started investigation of a quartet of men
Speaker 2: suspected of a plan to rob the bank. The gang
Speaker 2: was seated in an automobile parked in front of the
Speaker 2: bank at the time. This job was never fastened definitely
Speaker 2: on Majors, but he was sentenced at Colorado Springs for
Speaker 2: aggravated robbery committed in that city. Denying the crime, he
Speaker 2: attempted to explain possession of a gun with this declaration,
Speaker 2: while I am an inexperienced young man from the East,
Speaker 2: and I expected to find Indians in Colorado, so I
Speaker 2: brought my gun along. The explanation gave courtroom spectators a laugh,
Speaker 2: and the court gave Majors twenty to thirty years a
Speaker 2: waiter when he followed legitimate employment. Davis had a record
Speaker 2: in New Mexico before he migrated to Colorado. In Denver,
Speaker 2: he was sentenced to a twenty to thirty year term
Speaker 2: for drug store hold up. He was suspected of other crimes,
Speaker 2: but police could never prove them, and Detective Captain Bert
Speaker 2: Clark was satisfied to let matters drop when Davis started
Speaker 2: for Canyon City. This then was the personnel of the
Speaker 2: quartet of single purposed men who labored through July and
Speaker 2: October unloading steam coal from railroad cars rolled into the
Speaker 2: penitentiary gate through the steel barred portals of the west Gate.
Speaker 2: As time passed, the attitude of Governor Adams with respect
Speaker 2: to convicts remained unchanged. No pardons and no paroles continued
Speaker 2: to be the administration's policy. Restless discontent agitated from sources
Speaker 2: unknown to prison officials, permeated every cell block. There were
Speaker 2: reports of guns smuggled into the prison by trustees who
Speaker 2: hid them under coal piled high in the yard. The
Speaker 2: coal was moved, there were no guns. About this time.
Speaker 2: Knives were missing mysteriously from the kitchen. Search was made
Speaker 2: for themself. The cell blocks returned topsy turvy. Every nook
Speaker 2: and cranny probed, but there were no knives and no
Speaker 2: weapons of any kind. Suddenly, a calm, a strange calm,
Speaker 2: settled over the prison. There was less of discontent, and
Speaker 2: improved discipline was noticeable. Warden Crawford breathed easier. I don't know, Warden,
Speaker 2: sounds like the calm before the storm. To me, if
Speaker 2: I was him, I would be more nervous than ever.
Speaker 2: Guards and keepers who had been nervous and jumpy became
Speaker 2: calm and composed there was not a man among them
Speaker 2: who did not feel that the crisis had passed. And
Speaker 2: then October third, nineteen twenty nine, dawned clear and calm.
Speaker 2: Summer lingered in the hills around Canyon City. Although autumn
Speaker 2: was well advanced, colourings particular to the fall of the
Speaker 2: year had only just begun to tinge the foliage on
Speaker 2: the mountain slopes. There was that about the weather which
Speaker 2: lures won to the open road, and Warden Crawford, with
Speaker 2: business demanding attention, drove over the hills to Colorado Springs.
Speaker 2: Within the prison, Daniels and Pardu and Davison, Majors labored
Speaker 2: with their fellow prisoners unloading coal. Noon was approaching when
Speaker 2: Elmer g Irwin, a guard, climbed a steel rung ladder
Speaker 2: to the crow's nest, overlooking the convict mess hall, to
Speaker 2: watch the convicts as they gulped their prison fare. Was
Speaker 2: one of his daily duties. Near at hand in the
Speaker 2: crow's nest was a rifle loaded and ready for any emergency.
Speaker 2: This particular day, Irwin followed his customary routine. After climbing
Speaker 2: the ladder with the rifle stock under his arm, he
Speaker 2: closed and locked the door from a compartment. He produced
Speaker 2: a rifle barrel, which he fitted to the stock. He
Speaker 2: broke the weapon, saw it was loaded, and as he finished,
Speaker 2: a blast from the whistle in the prison boiler house
Speaker 2: announced the noon hour. Convicts laid down their tools, formed lines,
Speaker 2: and began a march for the mess hall. From a
Speaker 2: turret overlooking the grounds and the mess hall, Myron H. Goodwin,
Speaker 2: another guard, watched the lines advance and in usual order
Speaker 2: file into the mess hall. Twelve hundred convicts sat down
Speaker 2: to lunch. Apparently all was well. As they ate, Irwin
Speaker 2: watched from the crow's nest. Other guards passed from table
Speaker 2: to table to check every man in his accustomed place.
Speaker 2: Two were missing, Daniels and Pardu. The captain of the
Speaker 2: guards was advised and a hurried search was made in
Speaker 2: their cell tiars. They were not there. At twelve thirty,
Speaker 2: with the search for Daniels and Pardue still in progress,
Speaker 2: the convicts rose from their meal, formed another line, and
Speaker 2: marched out. Unaware that Daniels and Pardu were missing. Guard
Speaker 2: Irwin broke his rifle as the last of the convicts
Speaker 2: disappeared through the mess hall door. By the way, when
Speaker 2: we say broke the rifle. He doesn't mean broke it,
Speaker 2: as in it doesn't work anymore. He means broke it
Speaker 2: in half by opening the barrel. When someone refers to
Speaker 2: breaking a shotgun, they're talking about separating the stock and
Speaker 2: the barrel, usually on a hinge, which allows you to
Speaker 2: look down the barrel and into the chamber to see
Speaker 2: if the gun is loaded or not, or to load
Speaker 2: the gun or unload it. In this particular case, it
Speaker 2: sounds like Irwin breaks the barrel and actually completely physically
Speaker 2: separates the barrel of the gun from the stock of
Speaker 2: the gun, which I imagine is a safety measure. Anyway,
Speaker 2: back to the story. Unaware that Daniels and Pardy were missing,
Speaker 2: Irwin broke his rifle. As the last of the convicts
Speaker 2: disappeared through the mess hall. He put the barrel of
Speaker 2: the weapon back into its compartment, tucked the stock under
Speaker 2: his arm, shut and locked the crow's nest door, and
Speaker 2: started down the ladder. A shuffling of feet beneath the
Speaker 2: ladder warned him of the presence of others in the room.
Speaker 2: A gruff voice directly beneath spoke to him, shorty, your
Speaker 2: time has come. We return now to guard Irwin. Overseeing
Speaker 2: the prison mess hall. A gruff voice directly beneath spoke
Speaker 2: to him, shorty, your time has come. There was a shot.
Speaker 2: It echoed faintly in the turret, where Goodwin focused watchful
Speaker 2: eyes on the retreating convict line. Aroused by the sound,
Speaker 2: the guard peered down into the yard, trying to account
Speaker 2: for it. As his eyes scanned the yard, his hand
Speaker 2: held a rifle. He discerned some evidence of unrest in
Speaker 2: the convict line, and as he watched, two men darted
Speaker 2: for the mess hall. Goodwin raised his rifle, drew sight
Speaker 2: on the foremost of the running figures, and then out
Speaker 2: of the corner of his eye, Goodwin discerned another unusual
Speaker 2: movement in the prison yard below him, on the threshold
Speaker 2: of the mess hall, he glimpsed another figure with rifle leveled.
Speaker 2: Instantly Goodwin realized he was the target on which the
Speaker 2: weapon was trained. He swept his own rifle to the
Speaker 2: side until the sight drew a bead on the figure
Speaker 2: in the mess hall doorway. He fired. Simultaneously, another rifle roared.
Speaker 2: Goodwin toppled backward into the penthouse atop the prison wall,
Speaker 2: fatally wounded the figure in the doorway, plunged forward into
Speaker 2: the yard and lay still. A rifle lay beside it.
Speaker 2: As the shots sounded, twelve hundred convicts broke rank and
Speaker 2: raced for their cell blocks. The Canyon City Prison was
Speaker 2: a reality. Within a few minutes, the prison yard was
Speaker 2: a bedlam. The siren in the boiler house screamed in alarm.
Speaker 2: Convicts fresh from forays on the prison bakery, the kitchen,
Speaker 2: and their own cell houses dodged from shelter to shelter
Speaker 2: as they scurried towards Cell House number three. Guards running
Speaker 2: towards the mess hall to investigate the shots shouted orders.
Speaker 2: These were ignored. Lacking arms to enforce their commands. The
Speaker 2: guards were helpless. Other guards in the turrets of the
Speaker 2: West and North halls, who had seen Goodwin fall backwards
Speaker 2: into his penthouse a moment after his rifle blazed, telephoned
Speaker 2: the news to the administration building, and just about this time,
Speaker 2: eight men dressed in the regulation uniforms of the prison
Speaker 2: guards hurried across the penitentiary yard towards Cell House three.
Speaker 2: They were bearing what appeared to be two bodies, dead
Speaker 2: or wounded men. No one knew which. A hurried survey
Speaker 2: of the situation told Deputy Warden Green it was serious.
Speaker 2: Such meager details as he possessed, he hastened to telephone
Speaker 2: to Warden Crawford, who was reached in Chief Harper's office
Speaker 2: at Colorado Springs. We've got some trouble here, Warden, he
Speaker 2: told his superior over the long distance telephone. He tried
Speaker 2: to appear calm. Goodwin's been shot and he's dying. There's
Speaker 2: been three shots fired, two inside somewhere around the mess hall,
Speaker 2: and a third one that Goodwin fired, He continued, apparently
Speaker 2: ignoring some pointed question asked by his chief, who was
Speaker 2: listening eagerly. Yeah, we think there's two wounded men inside,
Speaker 2: and a bunch of guards are captives. No, we don't
Speaker 2: know if the wounded or guards are cons. The cons
Speaker 2: seemed to be armed, and they carried the dead or
Speaker 2: wounded men into cell House three. Did you say who
Speaker 2: carried them? Well, we don't know. Men in guard uniforms.
Speaker 2: At this point, a guard rushed into the administration building
Speaker 2: where the Deputy Warren had his chief on the telephone,
Speaker 2: and interrupted the conversation. Breathless, he whispered a message in
Speaker 2: Green's ear, A troubled expression overspread Green's face, and he
Speaker 2: placed his lips against the mouthpiece and shouted this message.
Speaker 2: The chapel and the mess hall are burning. Hell's broke loose.
Speaker 2: The convicts are running like hell for cell House three.
Speaker 2: Then he hung up the receiver, and Warden Crawford, turning
Speaker 2: to Chief Harper, made this speculation, Chief, I wonder if
Speaker 2: you're right about Daniels. Someone's turned the pen into a hellhole.
Speaker 2: He's a tough nut. Gene was all Chief Harper said.
Speaker 2: Racing back to Canyon City on that October afternoon over
Speaker 2: a mountain road that is more like a trail of
Speaker 2: a serpent than a highway for motor travel, Warden Crawford
Speaker 2: established a record for speed and reckless daring that will
Speaker 2: stand until a like emergency compels another to sacrifice safety
Speaker 2: for haste. Less than two hours after he received his
Speaker 2: deputy's message, Warden Crawford's automobile topped the rise nineteen miles
Speaker 2: east of the penitentiary from which Danny Daniels first glimpsed
Speaker 2: the prison almost a year before. He looked off across
Speaker 2: the expanse of mountain meadow and in the distance above
Speaker 2: the tops of a forest of pine. In the middle
Speaker 2: of the background, he saw great clouds of black smoke
Speaker 2: obliterating the contour of the hills. He knew the penitentiary
Speaker 2: was still burning, and from that he judged the riot
Speaker 2: to be serious. After his conversation with his superior deputy,
Speaker 2: Warden Green, made another hurried survey of the situation in
Speaker 2: the prison, and then proceeded to carry out the one
Speaker 2: order he remembered receiving from Warden Crawford. He called Governor Adams,
Speaker 2: the chief executive, received the news calmly, but a few
Speaker 2: minutes after he hung up the telephone, the executive offices
Speaker 2: in the capitol at Denver were swarming with subordinate state officers.
Speaker 2: Colonel Paul P. Neulan of the Colorado National Guard was
Speaker 2: ordered to get militia men under arms to combat the
Speaker 2: convict revolt. He followed instructions by ordering out forty men
Speaker 2: of a howitzer company at Canyon City. Within an hour,
Speaker 2: they had encompassed the prison walls, and shortly afterwards were
Speaker 2: joined by hundreds of townfolk men who responded to the
Speaker 2: sirens call for help and armed themselves at the prison.
Speaker 2: Arsenal battery b at Pueblo was also ordered to Canyon City,
Speaker 2: and shortly afterwards the forty men of the battery and
Speaker 2: trained from their armory in trucks for a forty two
Speaker 2: mile run to the prison up the valley of the Arkansas.
Speaker 2: They took with them a large field piece and two
Speaker 2: machine guns. As the guardsmen from Pueblo swung into the
Speaker 2: valley road leading to Canyon City, six pieces of fire
Speaker 2: apparatus swept by them in a cloud of dust, and
Speaker 2: the guardsman's commanding officer, Captain Aubrey Keef, roared across the
Speaker 2: mountains in an airplane in the direction of the penitentiary town. Meanwhile,
Speaker 2: Governor Adams had dispatched Chief Lewis and Scherf of the
Speaker 2: State Police and Lieutenant Roy Best to the penitentiary. The
Speaker 2: governor's private secretary, Judge B. T. Poxon, accompanied them as
Speaker 2: special representative of the Chief Executive. When Warden Crawford reached
Speaker 2: Canyon City after his record run from Colorado Springs, he
Speaker 2: found the streets crowded. Armed men were everywhere. Military lines
Speaker 2: had been established, and uniformed guardsmen patrolled them, holding back
Speaker 2: the curious. When still some blocks from the prison grounds,
Speaker 2: Warden Crawford heard the roar of flames that were consuming
Speaker 2: the chapel in the mess hall. When he reached the prison,
Speaker 2: he sought out Assistant Warden Green for a more detailed
Speaker 2: story of what had taken place. All we know is
Speaker 2: what we've seen and heard. Green informed him, and that
Speaker 2: isn't very much. No one's come out to tell us
Speaker 2: what's going on inside. We got Goodwin out of the tower,
Speaker 2: but we had to drill through the steel bars of
Speaker 2: that wicket in the south wall to get him. We
Speaker 2: carried him down a narrow passageway leading from the tower
Speaker 2: to the street. He's hit bad. Goodwin says he'd drilled
Speaker 2: a convict before he was shot. They fired together. Goodwin
Speaker 2: in the Khan. We don't know who he is. How
Speaker 2: about the guards inside, The anxious warden asked, Oh, yes,
Speaker 2: I guess they're prisoners. Fifteen of them at least. They
Speaker 2: haven't come out, and we haven't seen any of them,
Speaker 2: none except Joe Shillo. Someone saw Shillo standing at a
Speaker 2: window and sell House three. We're pretty sure there's another
Speaker 2: wounded man inside besides the Khan. And we know they've
Speaker 2: got one rifle, and we think they've got several gats,
Speaker 2: how many? We don't know. The man Goodwind dropped in
Speaker 2: front of the mess hall had a rifle. That's either
Speaker 2: the rifle from the crow's nest or one that's been
Speaker 2: smuggled in. The warden said, and if it's the crow's
Speaker 2: nest rifle, it means Erwin's been shot. Well, maybe, Green agreed,
Speaker 2: reluctant to admit what he felt must be a fact.
Speaker 2: We saw the two men lugged into cell House three.
Speaker 2: That was just before the fire started. Guards are convicts,
Speaker 2: dressed in uniforms carried them in. What about the revolt leaders?
Speaker 2: Who are they? Crawford asked. Green shrugged his shoulders and
Speaker 2: said he didn't know, adding Daniels and Pardue would be
Speaker 2: in a mess like this. Warden Crawford nodded affirmatively and
Speaker 2: started to ask another question. A shout from a corridor
Speaker 2: of the administration building just outside his office stopped him.
Speaker 2: Someone's coming out of Cellhouse three, a guard exclaimed, coming
Speaker 2: across the yard through the smoke. He's got his hands up.
Speaker 2: Must be a messenger. Crawford hurried to a window overlooking
Speaker 2: the prison yard. Someone was approaching, but whether convict or guard,
Speaker 2: he could not tell. He watched the man advancing slowly
Speaker 2: through the smoke, ten feet away from the window where
Speaker 2: the warden stood. The man stopped. Crawford recognized slippery Dell Hanlan,
Speaker 2: a stick up man sent from Denver for life. What's
Speaker 2: on your mind, Dell, Crawford asked, I've been sent out
Speaker 2: with a message, and there's a rifle trained on my
Speaker 2: back right now. I'm not party to this, Warden. All right,
Speaker 2: let's have the message. What's wanted? I'm instructed to tell you, sir,
Speaker 2: the leaders want two automobiles put at Westgate for their
Speaker 2: use at sundown. They must be good machines and their
Speaker 2: tanks must be full of gasoline. And they want to
Speaker 2: guarantee that the men who get into the machines will
Speaker 2: not be molested. And if I refuse, the warden asked,
Speaker 2: noting that it was three point thirty pm, the guards
Speaker 2: who were prisoners will be killed one at a time
Speaker 2: and their bodies sent out to Westgate. Come clean, now,
Speaker 2: doll and tell me who sent this message. Well, Warden,
Speaker 2: I'd like to tell you that, but I can't. I've
Speaker 2: got to go back with your answer. If they suspect
Speaker 2: that I told you anything. They'll kill me and Warden
Speaker 2: if I don't go back with an answer. They won't
Speaker 2: wait until sundown to kill the captive guards. So you see,
Speaker 2: I can't answer your question. How many guns have they got,
Speaker 2: Crawford asked, deciding not to press the convict further. I
Speaker 2: don't know exactly The men who sent me out of
Speaker 2: a revolver each and they've got a rifle. You know
Speaker 2: about that, don't you? The rifle, the one from the
Speaker 2: crow's nest. They got it when they killed Irwin shot
Speaker 2: him as they came down the ladder. Joe Schillo saw
Speaker 2: Irwin lying at the foot of the ladder. Where's his body?
Speaker 2: And when Hanlan said he didn't know Warden, Crawford asked,
Speaker 2: who's the wounded man? I didn't see him, and they're
Speaker 2: not telling me much. They figure I'm a friend of yours.
Speaker 2: But I heard the wounded man groaning and sell House three.
Speaker 2: They've got him in a bunk. Crawford was silent as
Speaker 2: he seemed to be preparing a reply to send back
Speaker 2: to the convict leaders. Presently, he spoke, well, dealt go
Speaker 2: back and tell him I cannot compromise with criminals, but
Speaker 2: they'll kill the guards, Handlan warned. The warden gritted his
Speaker 2: teeth and turned away, indicating that the interview was at
Speaker 2: an end and that his decision had been made. Hanlan
Speaker 2: walked back through the smoke to sell House three. He
Speaker 2: disappeared through the door. In a few minutes. A shot
Speaker 2: echoed through the prison enclosure. Warden Crawford, on his way
Speaker 2: back to his office, stopped when he heard it. Handlin her.
Speaker 2: He gasped, and before he finished his speculation on the
Speaker 2: meaning of the shot, another one rang out. The message
Speaker 2: convict Hanlon had brought out of Cellhouse three was disturbing.
Speaker 2: Speculating on the import of the shots he had heard.
Speaker 2: As Hamlin passed into Sellhouse three, Warden Crawford sank down
Speaker 2: on his swivel chair to try to formulate a plan
Speaker 2: or campaign. How far would the convict revolters go? Would
Speaker 2: they make good on their threat to kill the fifteen
Speaker 2: guards if their demand for automobiles in which to escape
Speaker 2: was not met, had they already started on their slaughter?
Speaker 2: And did the shots that echoed through the prison enclosure
Speaker 2: after Hamlon had gone back with the warden's message mean
Speaker 2: that other guards had been slain? These questions coursed through
Speaker 2: the warden's mind, and as he tried to find the
Speaker 2: answers for them, his office filled up with men willing
Speaker 2: and anxious to assist him in solving his problem. Among
Speaker 2: them was Father Patrick O'Neill, a monk from the Benedictine Abbey,
Speaker 2: the prison chaplain. Two problems confronted the warden. He must
Speaker 2: deal with the convicts and suppress their rebellion. And he
Speaker 2: must fight the fire that was reducing the mess hall
Speaker 2: and chapel to a pile of smoldering embers and spreading
Speaker 2: rapidly to sell House's won and two. The warden reason
Speaker 2: that the tasks must be performed simultaneously, one crew to
Speaker 2: fight the convicts while another fought the flames. As matters
Speaker 2: stood at the moment, it was extremely dangerous to send
Speaker 2: unarmed men into the prison enclosure with fire lines. They
Speaker 2: would be shot down. The fire evidently was part of
Speaker 2: the convict revolt plot, and the desperate men entrenched in
Speaker 2: Cellhouse three, armed and apparently prepared to withstand a long siege,
Speaker 2: would not permit it to be extinguished without making it costly.
Speaker 2: The warden reasoned it would mean more lives, and so
Speaker 2: when the fire companies from Pueblo reported for duty. Warden
Speaker 2: Crawford directed them to stand by and wait. Meanwhile, the
Speaker 2: fire would have to burn, regardless of consequences. With his advisors,
Speaker 2: Warden Crawford concentrated on a plan of attack against the
Speaker 2: convict stronghold. Various projects were suggested and as quickly rejected.
Speaker 2: Possible effectiveness of a concerted attack by an armed force
Speaker 2: converging on Cellhouse three from Westgate was discussed. Chief lou
Speaker 2: Suref of the State Police volunteered to lead an attacking party,
Speaker 2: but the possibilities for slaughter were too overwhelming if we
Speaker 2: only knew their strength and weapons. Warden Crawford's side, We're
Speaker 2: gonna pause here briefly for some quick messages from our sponsors.
Speaker 2: But hang in there because Part two of Canyon City
Speaker 2: Carnage will be right back. Practical advice was given to
Speaker 2: the conference by an old time campaigner after Captain Keith,
Speaker 2: commanding officer of Battery B, set his plane down at
Speaker 2: the Canyon City airport and hurried by automobile to the
Speaker 2: Warden's office. He suggested a triple plan of action. An
Speaker 2: attack from the air, a bombardment of Cellhouse three with
Speaker 2: tear bombs and a barrage of lead laid down from
Speaker 2: machine guns mounted on the west wall. Good suggestions, agreed
Speaker 2: the warden, but with their elements of danger, dropping bombs
Speaker 2: from a plane on cell House three unquestionably would be effective,
Speaker 2: too effective. In fact, it would defeat our purpose. Bombs
Speaker 2: are no respectors of individuals. They would kill guards as
Speaker 2: well as convicts and revolters. We can't have a slaughter
Speaker 2: of convicts, many of whom are like Handlin, out of
Speaker 2: sympathy with the mutiny, but compelled by circumstances to remain
Speaker 2: in cell House three and appear to give their sanction
Speaker 2: to the thing. Further, the clouds of smoke rising from
Speaker 2: the burning buildings would make a campaign from the clouds
Speaker 2: extremely hazardous for a flyer, And besides, we haven't any bombs.
Speaker 2: Tear bombs would be effective if we get near enough
Speaker 2: to the cell house to get them inside, but to
Speaker 2: do that we'd have to face fire from an unknown
Speaker 2: number of guns. That would mean more lives. But we
Speaker 2: might mount the machine guns on the west wall and
Speaker 2: rake the corridors of the cell house. Locked in the cells,
Speaker 2: the guards would be out of range, but the bullets
Speaker 2: might find marks and the worthless carcasses of the ringleaders.
Speaker 2: A steady stream of lead from a machine guns might
Speaker 2: break the morale of the revolters. We'll try it. As
Speaker 2: the Warden finished, the trucks bearing the guardsmen of Battery
Speaker 2: b rumbled over the cobblestones outside his office, and Captain
Speaker 2: Keef hurried from the conference room with Chief Shurf and
Speaker 2: gave orders for mounting the machine guns. Tear out that
Speaker 2: west wall with a charge of dynamite. Someone remaining in
Speaker 2: the conference room suggested a great idea. Warden Crawford agreed,
Speaker 2: But who'll carry the dynamite? It'll take one hundred pounds
Speaker 2: to tear out the wall. Who will cross the fifty
Speaker 2: yards of no man's land between Westgate and Cell House
Speaker 2: three with one hundred pounds of dynamite in his arms? No, men,
Speaker 2: it can't be done. A fall, a carefully aimed convict bullet,
Speaker 2: the slightest friction might set the dynamite off. And then
Speaker 2: the Warden covered his eyes as if to shut out
Speaker 2: a ghastly sight. Terrible, horrible, a man blown to bits,
Speaker 2: the warden exclaimed, and dismissed the idea. His advisers were silent,
Speaker 2: and after a few minutes, someone of the group disputed
Speaker 2: the warren. Not so terrible, Jeane, A voice said, not
Speaker 2: so horrible for a man prepared to meet his God,
Speaker 2: a man without family. I'll take it in and God
Speaker 2: grant that I may succeed. But if I don't, may
Speaker 2: a merciful Savior have mercy on me. The speaker Rose
Speaker 2: Warden Crawford, recognized the voice the minute the man spoke,
Speaker 2: but he could not believe his ears, And then in
Speaker 2: an instant he knew his gravest fears were confirmed. There
Speaker 2: before him were the moving lips, the smiling, good natured
Speaker 2: Irish face, the Roman collar showing white around the speaker's neck.
Speaker 2: Father Patrick O'Neill, it was, who volunteered to carry the
Speaker 2: dynamite into the prison yard and plant it beneath the
Speaker 2: sturdy stone wall of Cell House three, Father Pat, Why
Speaker 2: you can't do that, the warden exclaimed, in horror. And
Speaker 2: why not? I'm able bodied, The weight of it'd be nothing,
Speaker 2: and the bullets I won't be touched. I'm single and
Speaker 2: the only man qualified for the mission. I'll go. The
Speaker 2: door to the Warden's office swung open, and a guard
Speaker 2: rushed in. He was excited, out of breath, some one
Speaker 2: else's he stuttered again. Warden Crawford hurried to the window
Speaker 2: from which he had watched Hamlin advance from Cellhouse three.
Speaker 2: The sun was gradually slipping down behind the hills, and
Speaker 2: he was conscious that it would soon be sundown, the
Speaker 2: hour of the threatened slaughter of the fourteen guards remaining
Speaker 2: in the convict's clutches, he saw a man stumble through
Speaker 2: the smoke clouds, and he noted that Selhouse's one and
Speaker 2: two were now burning, the flames already consuming the roofs.
Speaker 2: Joe Shillow, the warden exclaimed, as he recognized the advancing figure.
Speaker 2: Now we'll get some real information. Guards opened a double
Speaker 2: set of barred doors to admit Shillo to the administration building,
Speaker 2: and he hurried into the Warden's office. As he closed
Speaker 2: the door, two shots sounded in the direction of Cellhouse three. God,
Speaker 2: he groaned, he did it. There's two more dead, Old
Speaker 2: Jack Eels, the hangman and Bob Wiggins. What do you mean, Shillo,
Speaker 2: Explain yourself, the warden demanded, and the liberated guard proceeded
Speaker 2: with his story. They told me, if I didn't come
Speaker 2: back with an answer. They'd kill Eels and Wiggins. They
Speaker 2: saw me come inside and they figured I wouldn't come back. Warden.
Speaker 2: There's four dead men in there now. They want those autos.
Speaker 2: Four dead. The warden questioned, yes, four Eels and Wiggins,
Speaker 2: if they just killed him and Irwin and RP. Brown.
Speaker 2: He shot Brown after Hanlan came back with your answer
Speaker 2: of no compromise. Maybe you heard the shot. He called
Speaker 2: Brown out of the cell and shot him through the head.
Speaker 2: That's for Pardu, he said, who said? Crawford interrupted, Oh,
Speaker 2: I thought you knew. I mean Daniels. He's the leader
Speaker 2: with Pardu. But Pardu is wounded. He's lying there on
Speaker 2: a bunk in his cell. Hit pretty bad. Daniels killed
Speaker 2: Shorty Irwin as he came down the ladder from the
Speaker 2: crow's nest, and Pardue snatched up his gunstock and keys,
Speaker 2: climbed up the crow's nest and got the rifle barrel.
Speaker 2: Then he had a rifle, but Pardue didn't use it long.
Speaker 2: Someone shot him from one of the towers. Goodwin, I suppose,
Speaker 2: Daniels says, Pardue got Goodwin. Is that so? The warden
Speaker 2: nodded and urged Shillo to continue what happened in the
Speaker 2: mess hall. He asked, I was alone in Warden Green's
Speaker 2: office next to the mess hall at lunch time. I
Speaker 2: heard a shot. That was after the cons had marched out.
Speaker 2: I went to investigate, and Daniels and Pardu were standing
Speaker 2: over Shorty. They covered me. I begged him not to
Speaker 2: let Shorty die like a dog and to allow me
Speaker 2: to get to him. Go ahead, Daniels said, but no tricks.
Speaker 2: He pressed his revolver against me. Don't you believe I'd
Speaker 2: kill you, Joey asked. I nodded, and he said there
Speaker 2: may be some yellow guys in this, but I'm not
Speaker 2: I'll kill you in a minute. And I said I
Speaker 2: believed him, and he let me go to Shorty. He
Speaker 2: was dying. Joey said, it's all off with me. Tell
Speaker 2: my wife I'd died fighting, and put something under my
Speaker 2: head and take off my shoes. Then he gasped he
Speaker 2: was dead. The guard paused in his recital to urge
Speaker 2: the warden to immediate concerted action to quell the riot
Speaker 2: and rescue the guards, emphasizing that the convicts were desperate
Speaker 2: and the slaughter of their prisoners was imminent unless their
Speaker 2: release was effected before sundown. We got to know what
Speaker 2: we're up against. Joe, tell us what you saw and heard,
Speaker 2: and try to remember how many weapons you saw on
Speaker 2: what talk you heard about him, the warden informed him.
Speaker 2: Then we can hand the situation intelligently. So far, we're
Speaker 2: groping in the dark. Well, Jollo continued, As I was
Speaker 2: leaning over Shorty just before he died, Pardue ran into
Speaker 2: the mess hall door. I heard two shots, one near
Speaker 2: and one far off. They seemed to come together. Pardue
Speaker 2: fell out into the yard and Daniels said he had
Speaker 2: been hit. He told me to get his body and
Speaker 2: carry it to sell House three. But when I got
Speaker 2: to the door, four convicts and guard uniforms were carrying
Speaker 2: him away. Daniels made four more cons also rigged out
Speaker 2: in guard uniforms, Carrie Shorty's body into cell house three.
Speaker 2: All the captive guards were herded into number three cell
Speaker 2: block and locked down in the cells. Daniels was sore
Speaker 2: at brown. Now, Joe, how many guns? Who has them?
Speaker 2: And who are the ones assisting Daniels? The warden prompted, hmm,
Speaker 2: let me see red majors and ah Davis had guns
Speaker 2: and they were doing what Daniels told him. Majors also
Speaker 2: had a butcher knife, and Leo mcghenty had a gun.
Speaker 2: Daniels gave it to him. That was before he accused
Speaker 2: mcghenty of spoiling his play by starting the fire. Daniels
Speaker 2: didn't want the fire, had others. Then there was the rifle,
Speaker 2: and I heard someone talk of other guns. But I
Speaker 2: don't know who has them. Any idea where they got
Speaker 2: the guns? No, but I think they had them hidden
Speaker 2: in Pardue's cell. There are two holes drilled through the
Speaker 2: cement veneer over a ventilator shaft. The holes are near
Speaker 2: the bottom of the shaft. Guns could have been dropped
Speaker 2: into the ventilator through an opening at the top. They
Speaker 2: could also hide ammunition there. How about ammunition? How much
Speaker 2: have they got? Their pockets are bulging with it. Daniels
Speaker 2: bragged about the amount they have, but didn't specify what
Speaker 2: it is. As Shiloh concluded his narrative in the Warden's office,
Speaker 2: same messenger raced towards it from the West Gate, three
Speaker 2: city blocks distant. Out of breath, he burst into the office,
Speaker 2: his eyes dancing with excitement, his lips quivering two bodies,
Speaker 2: the messenger managed to blurt out as the surprise group
Speaker 2: leaped to their feet and gathered around him. Westgate, two bodies.
Speaker 2: Convicts just threw them into the yard. Two bodies see
Speaker 2: them from the west gate, the messenger exclaimed, jumbling his
Speaker 2: words in his eagerness to get the story. Told, Oh, yeah, yes,
Speaker 2: I forgot Schiloh interposed. Daniels said he'd kill Eccles and
Speaker 2: Wiggins and throw their bodies out of Cellhouse three if
Speaker 2: I didn't come back with an answer. These bodies explained
Speaker 2: the two shots we heard when I came here. They've
Speaker 2: killed Eccles and Wiggins. The devils, exclaimed Father O'Neil, and
Speaker 2: Warden Crawford, pacing the floor in thought, pressed an electric switch,
Speaker 2: flooding his office with light. The sudden brightness seemed to
Speaker 2: arouse him from his reverie. He turned and looked out
Speaker 2: of his office window, noting the long shadows cast by
Speaker 2: the sun as it dropped lower behind the hills. Turning
Speaker 2: to Father O'Neil, he said, it's sundown. Father Pat, I
Speaker 2: guess you'll have to go inside the walls with dynamite.
Speaker 2: I am ready. Warden was the priest's reply as he
Speaker 2: touched a match to his half smoked cigar. The next
Speaker 2: two hours was a period of intense activity. Captain Keith
Speaker 2: and the men of Battery B labored cautiously but speedily
Speaker 2: mounting the machine guns on the west wall. This work
Speaker 2: was undertaken with due consideration of possible sniping by the
Speaker 2: convicts and cellhouse three. Chief of Police are f Reed
Speaker 2: of Denver and Captain Frank Campbell, an ex gunner of
Speaker 2: the United States Navy, and the pistol marksmen of the
Speaker 2: Denver Police Department ordered an armored car rushed to the
Speaker 2: penitentiary from Denver. The field piece, already aboard a truck
Speaker 2: an en route from the Pueblo Armory of the National Guard,
Speaker 2: would arrive soon. A tank was being hurried by truck
Speaker 2: from the National Guard rifle range at Golden near Denver.
Speaker 2: Deputy Warden Billy Green had procured the dynamite which Father
Speaker 2: O'Neil was to carry inside from the prison. Arsenal electricians
Speaker 2: were hurrying to complete battery connections to explode the powder.
Speaker 2: An attacking crew under the leadership of Chief Sherry was
Speaker 2: organized and supplied with tear bombs. On the hillsides back
Speaker 2: of the north wall. Search lights were installed to illuminate
Speaker 2: the prison grounds when the flames of the burning buildings
Speaker 2: died down. The convicts had put the electric lighting system
Speaker 2: in the cellhouses out of commission. By eight o'clock, the
Speaker 2: preparations for the attack were almost complete. No messenger had
Speaker 2: come out of Cellhouse three since Shillo carried Daniel's ultimatum
Speaker 2: to the warden just before sundown, and no more shots
Speaker 2: had been heard inside the prison enclosures since Echoes and
Speaker 2: Wiggins were killed. The bodies of the two guards still
Speaker 2: lay where the convicts had tossed them. They could be
Speaker 2: seen dimly from West Gate in the light reflected by
Speaker 2: the flames shooting skyward from the burning cell houses. The
Speaker 2: chapel and the mess hall were in ruins. Nothing remained
Speaker 2: of them but glowing embers and blackened walls. Smoke clouds
Speaker 2: hung over the prison like a fog. Nine o'clock struck
Speaker 2: in a nearby church tower. When Captain Keith reported he
Speaker 2: was ready to lay down his first barrage on the
Speaker 2: convicts stronghold, he received his orders to rake the corridors
Speaker 2: with lead firing through the only openings. The steel barred windows.
Speaker 2: Battery bee gunners maneuvered their weapons into position and were
Speaker 2: about to open fire when a sharp eyed watcher saw
Speaker 2: a figure moving about near the west wall of Cell
Speaker 2: House three. The fire was withheld as the figure groped
Speaker 2: about in the semi darkness, stooped over one of the bodies,
Speaker 2: lifted it from the ground, and with the burden in
Speaker 2: his arms, staggered across the fifty yards of no man's
Speaker 2: Land toward West Gate. Warden Crawford waited at the gate
Speaker 2: to receive what he knew would be another demand from
Speaker 2: the convicts, a repetition of their previous ultimatums. Ten feet
Speaker 2: from Westgate, to figure with the gruesome burdens stopped. I'm
Speaker 2: Joe Pease a guard, The man said, I've come out
Speaker 2: with a message for the Warden, and I hold in
Speaker 2: my arms the body of Bob Wiggins. He's dead, all right.
Speaker 2: Pease come up to the gate and we'll take poor
Speaker 2: Wiggins off your hands. This is the warden speaking. Peas advanced,
Speaker 2: handed the body of his comrade to a group gathered
Speaker 2: around Crawford and turned to his superior warden. They want
Speaker 2: those automobiles, Daniels says, if you don't do what he
Speaker 2: says pretty damn quick, he's just gonna kill every guard
Speaker 2: that's left. You just called John McClelland and Charlie Sheppard
Speaker 2: out of the cells. He told me he'd kill him
Speaker 2: if I didn't come back quick with an answer. You
Speaker 2: two screws better start praying, you told him, And to
Speaker 2: the other guys, he said, the rest of you guys
Speaker 2: go one at a time. If we don't get what
Speaker 2: we want, peas said the warden, that'll be enough for now.
Speaker 2: You go back and tell Daniels. I'll go give him
Speaker 2: my final answer in five minutes. Tell him to send
Speaker 2: you back for it, and pease. There'll be some firing
Speaker 2: from the west wall after you get out of range.
Speaker 2: The minute it starts, race for the gate, we'll have
Speaker 2: it open, remember five minutes. Cheered by the thought that
Speaker 2: he and possibly the other guards might soon be liberated
Speaker 2: from the terror tier in which he had been held
Speaker 2: captive for nearly nine hours, the guards started back to
Speaker 2: sell House three. With a smile on his face. He
Speaker 2: disappeared inside. In five minutes, he was advancing toward West Gate.
Speaker 2: Fifteen feet away. He stopped Warden Crawford in an undertone,
Speaker 2: urged him to come forward. Pease gave no sign that
Speaker 2: he heard, and the warden, guessing the convicts, suspected a
Speaker 2: plan to liberate the guard, and had ordered him to
Speaker 2: receive the message on the spot where he now stood,
Speaker 2: sent instructions to the machine gunners on the west wall
Speaker 2: to start firing, but to aim high. He reasoned the
Speaker 2: attack would divert convict attention from Peas and drive the
Speaker 2: ringleaders to cover. He guessed correctly. As the first crack
Speaker 2: of the machine gun fire rent the night air and
Speaker 2: bullets struck stone wall and steel bars with a peculiar
Speaker 2: sounding pin, Peas stood as if in a daze. Then
Speaker 2: suddenly he seemed to remember the instructions the warden had
Speaker 2: given him. He dashed toward the west gate. As he
Speaker 2: neared the portal, bullets from Cell House three kicked up
Speaker 2: the dust at his feet or spent themselves harmlessly against
Speaker 2: the prison ramparts. Peas gave them no heed. In a
Speaker 2: matter of minutes which seemed like hours to the agonized watchers,
Speaker 2: the gate swung open and Peas was out. I'm the
Speaker 2: luckiest man in the world, but I can't smile, he
Speaker 2: told the warden. They've killed five, he continued, in response
Speaker 2: to a question by the warden. Brown's lying in there
Speaker 2: near the cell house dead. You know about Wiggins. He's dead,
Speaker 2: isn't he. They called Jack Ecchoes out of a cell
Speaker 2: where they held him captive with some of the other boys,
Speaker 2: and told him to say his prayers. Then they shot
Speaker 2: him a bullet through the head. Shorty, Irwin's in there dead,
Speaker 2: so is Walter Rinker. Rinker dead, the warden exclaimed, and
Speaker 2: Peas nodded. Then he went on. Daniels told me when
Speaker 2: I went back just now that you better show some
Speaker 2: speed with those autos or he'd pump off every guard
Speaker 2: that's left and there. The warden made no comment, but
Speaker 2: he asked what guards were alive when you came out
Speaker 2: the last time. Shephard McClellan, E. J. Hollister, F. F. Osborne,
Speaker 2: Marvin Duncan, Lawrence Roke O a Earl, and Jack Shay
Speaker 2: Pease replied, pausing after naming each man to recollect another.
Speaker 2: Is Pardue alive? Just alive? He's suffering the tortures a
Speaker 2: hell and Daniels's promise to'll kill him, but only as
Speaker 2: a last resort. They figure, you'll supply those autos. Never
Speaker 2: the warden shouted, and at his signal, the machine guns,
Speaker 2: which were silent during the interview with Peas, resumed their attack.
Speaker 2: The hilltops echoed with the whine of bullets. The effect
Speaker 2: of the machine gun fire on the convict morale was disappointing.
Speaker 2: It was expected to drive them into the open, but
Speaker 2: when none showed themselves in the yard back of the cellhouse,
Speaker 2: Captain Keef again gave an order to cease firing. There
Speaker 2: was a short conference with the warden. The machine gunners
Speaker 2: scaled the ladder to the top of the west wall
Speaker 2: to again man their guns, and presently, out of the darkness,
Speaker 2: two men appeared and hurried towards Westgate. One of them
Speaker 2: was carrying a burden, a heavy one. In a moment,
Speaker 2: west gates swung open. The two men passed inside the
Speaker 2: prison enclosure, and the machine guns poured a leaden stream
Speaker 2: toward the convicts. Stronghold and Father O'Neill advanced toward the
Speaker 2: west wall of Cell House three, hugging a burden of
Speaker 2: one hundred pounds of dynamite to his breast. Beside him
Speaker 2: dragging two strands of wire attached to the percussion. Caps
Speaker 2: was an old miner. The machine guns kept up an
Speaker 2: incessant fire. Particles of lead shattering on the stone walls
Speaker 2: and bars of the cell house showered the priest and
Speaker 2: his escort, and with only half the distance to go
Speaker 2: before planting the dynamite against the cell house wall and
Speaker 2: attaching the electrical connections which would set it off, the
Speaker 2: convict leaders, safely concealed from the machine gun led, caught
Speaker 2: sight of the advancing figures. They opened fire. Their bullets
Speaker 2: whined above the heads of the priest and his companion
Speaker 2: were struck harmlessly in the dust at their feet. Never flinching,
Speaker 2: they advanced until nearing the wall. They were protected from
Speaker 2: the convict's bullets, but exposed to the machine gun barrage.
Speaker 2: Their danger was greater. Now would they complete the task
Speaker 2: they had appointed for themselves. Those who watch doubted that
Speaker 2: they could succeed. They saw Father O'Neill place the burden
Speaker 2: against the wall, saw him attach the wires. They saw
Speaker 2: all this dimly in the faint illumination that came down
Speaker 2: from the hillside where the searchlights were playing. And then,
Speaker 2: after what seemed like an age, they saw the figures
Speaker 2: of the priest and the old miner racing back towards Westgate,
Speaker 2: again under fire of the convicts. The deed was done.
Speaker 2: Now to set off the dynamite. In a moment they
Speaker 2: would know the outcome. Would the blast tear out the
Speaker 2: entire facade, Would it expose the cell house and its
Speaker 2: corridors to the machine gun fire as they thought it would.
Speaker 2: A man at a plunger switch put all of his
Speaker 2: power into the effort. There was a roar. It echoed
Speaker 2: from one mountain top and then another. The earth quivered
Speaker 2: glass fell in showers. The blackened walls of the burning
Speaker 2: and burned buildings rocked on their foundations. Frightened convy screamed
Speaker 2: in terror. The machine guns kept up their incessant rat
Speaker 2: tat tete tete tete, adding to the din and the confusion,
Speaker 2: and the dancing figure of militia Man Maurice Keating appeared
Speaker 2: on the north wall, hurling chlorine bombs, but the west
Speaker 2: wall of Cell House three stood solid and unharmed. The
Speaker 2: only visible result from the explosion of one hundred pounds
Speaker 2: of dynamite was an immense hole in the earthen floor
Speaker 2: of the prison enclosure. The chlorine bombs exploding in and
Speaker 2: near the cell house sent half a dozen convicts, one
Speaker 2: of them wounded, scurrying toward the administration building, their hands
Speaker 2: raised in token of surrender. Warden Crawford was chagrined at
Speaker 2: the failure of the dynamite charged to open a hole
Speaker 2: in the cell house. He conferred with his advisers. The
Speaker 2: armored car had arrived from Denver. It was sent into
Speaker 2: the prison yard with six armed men behind its armor
Speaker 2: plated walls. It toppled into the hole, gouged by the dynamite,
Speaker 2: and rolled over on its side, holding its occupant's temporary prisoners.
Speaker 2: Geez so. The only effect of the dynamite blast was
Speaker 2: to crippled the armored car they'd ordered. As soon as
Speaker 2: it arrived. Dang, a large field piece that's an army
Speaker 2: artillery gun, was rolled into position at Westgate when guardsmen
Speaker 2: decided shells would open a pathway for bullets into the
Speaker 2: cell house interior. As these preparations were being made, the
Speaker 2: revolt was stretching into its thirteenth hour. The machine guns,
Speaker 2: which had poured eight thousand rounds into the cell house
Speaker 2: without result, now we're silent. As their crews awaited additional ammunition,
Speaker 2: and as they waited, a sharp eyed guardsman discerned a
Speaker 2: figure slipping through the cell house door another messenger. As
Speaker 2: the man approached west gate, two shots rang out in
Speaker 2: the cell house. The man was near enough now for
Speaker 2: those outside to see he was a guard. I'm Jack Shay,
Speaker 2: he announced, with a message for the warden. The west
Speaker 2: gate was opened and the guard came out face to
Speaker 2: face with the warden. He said those two shots were
Speaker 2: the end of Shepherd and McClelland Daniels said. If you
Speaker 2: don't do something, he's going to kill all the guards
Speaker 2: that's left. There's five of them, Osborne, Hollister, broke or
Speaker 2: Earl and Duncan. I think Daniels shot Duncan during that bombardment,
Speaker 2: but the bullet didn't kill him. He was alive when
Speaker 2: I left. He won't kill Earl because of a favor
Speaker 2: Earl once did for one of the leaders, but the
Speaker 2: others are doomed. Daniels used me to take out what
Speaker 2: he said was his last warning. Watches showed four o'clock
Speaker 2: when Shay finished his story. In a little more than
Speaker 2: an hour, it would be daylight. Preparations for a renewal
Speaker 2: of the attack on Cell House three moved apace. A
Speaker 2: silence broken only by the shuffling of feet settled over
Speaker 2: the prison. All of a sudden a shot rang out
Speaker 2: inside a pause, and then another, followed, after an interval
Speaker 2: by a third, then two more. Men outside, busy with
Speaker 2: the task of preparing engines of destruction for what all
Speaker 2: believed would be the final bombardment, at daylight stopped, they
Speaker 2: found themselves naming names and counting them off on their
Speaker 2: fingers as each report sounded hollister, They counted and waited,
Speaker 2: and then Osbourne Duncan broke four guards slaughtered, four more
Speaker 2: added to the list of dead. So Daniels had kept
Speaker 2: his word to Earl, but he had sent another bullet
Speaker 2: into the body of the wounded Duncan. Thus, men speculated,
Speaker 2: and then a fifth shot. That was Earl Daniels hadn't
Speaker 2: kept his word after all. A sixth shot and a
Speaker 2: seventh crashed inside. What did they mean? They were easily explained,
Speaker 2: at least to the satisfaction of the men who milled
Speaker 2: about Westgate. One had sent Pardu through the gates of eternity,
Speaker 2: hadn't Daniels promised to kill him? Well? He'd kept his
Speaker 2: word to his pal, and the seventh shot well for himself.
Speaker 2: Of course, the revolt was over, and at what a cost.
Speaker 2: Someone remembered Majors and Davis. Suppose the sixth and seventh
Speaker 2: shot had not dispatched Daniels and Pardu, but Majors and
Speaker 2: Davis Instean, or perhaps two other convicts, Albert Morgaridge, for instance,
Speaker 2: who had defied Daniels, and Leo mcgenty, who fired the
Speaker 2: chapel and mess hall against Daniel's wishes. If this surmise
Speaker 2: was correct, the revolt was not over. Men resumed their
Speaker 2: preparations for the daylight attack, now a half an hour off.
Speaker 2: Thus engaged, none noticed two figures steal cautiously from Sellhouse
Speaker 2: three and stagger across the prison yard to West Gate.
Speaker 2: A weak voice crying for help and medical assistance was
Speaker 2: the first warning of their presence at the barred portal.
Speaker 2: For God's sake, let us out get a doctor, one
Speaker 2: man pleaded. Guardsmen patrolling the area whirled on their heels,
Speaker 2: leveled their rifles and advanced cautiously against the rays of
Speaker 2: the spotlight. They saw two figures clinging to the bars
Speaker 2: of the west gate who are you A militia man,
Speaker 2: challenged Hollister. Came the weak reply, Osborne said, the other
Speaker 2: sinking to his knees. Warden Crawford elbowed through the group
Speaker 2: now congregated at Westgate. He looked closely at the two men,
Speaker 2: turning a flashlight on their faces, but he could tell nothing.
Speaker 2: They were smeared with blood. Someone wiped the blood away
Speaker 2: with a damp cloth, and the warden recognized the guards.
Speaker 2: Let him out, he ordered. Osborne was unconscious when they
Speaker 2: carried him out, but Hollister managed to gasp out a
Speaker 2: message before he sank into a coma. All inside, he said.
Speaker 2: Soon there was another summons to Westgate. Two more men
Speaker 2: stood there. Open them up, boys, and let us out.
Speaker 2: One demanded again, the challenge of the guardsmen, who are you?
Speaker 2: Roke and Earl? Came the cheery reply. Warden Crawford stepped
Speaker 2: up to the gate. He peered at the men's faces,
Speaker 2: now fairly visible in the first streaks of dawn. You're alive,
Speaker 2: he gasped, very much, Warden. But there's plenty of dead
Speaker 2: men inside, Earl said. Then Roke spoke, and we'd have
Speaker 2: been among them, but we fooled Daniels played dead ourselves
Speaker 2: for hours an eternity, it seemed. We lay in the
Speaker 2: cells where Daniels put us, dead men all around us,
Speaker 2: the place sloppy with blood. Whow dead men in blood?
Speaker 2: A nightmare? Well, I ever forget it. It hurt to breathe.
Speaker 2: I lay there so long, scarcely breathing at all, afraid
Speaker 2: to And the cramps in my legs, God, I heard
Speaker 2: all over, hurt from lying there on that cold cement floor,
Speaker 2: never daring to move. Daylight was coming fast as Rogue
Speaker 2: finished the scene on which the sun rose was in
Speaker 2: any respects a duplication of that scene in Colorado Avenue
Speaker 2: at Colorado Springs two years before, when Chief of Police
Speaker 2: Harper snapped the bracelets on Danny Daniels and sent him
Speaker 2: away under guard to the El Paso County Jail and
Speaker 2: eventually here to the prison. Surveying it in the early
Speaker 2: morning light, one saw again a scene of devastation chargeable
Speaker 2: to Danny Daniels. Blackened walls, smoking imbers, shattered windows, bulletscarred buildings,
Speaker 2: and the great hole gouged in the earth by the
Speaker 2: dynamite Father O'Neil had carried in the armored car still
Speaker 2: lay on its side in the hole, and Captain Frank Campbell,
Speaker 2: Detective Arthur Walker of Denver, and four other men forgotten
Speaker 2: almost since they toppled into the chasm, crawled from their prison,
Speaker 2: just as a line of convicts, hands above their heads,
Speaker 2: filed out of Cellhouse three. The riot was indeed over
Speaker 2: now to count the cost Warden Crawford led the way inside.
Speaker 2: What a sight, the floors slicked with blood and dead
Speaker 2: cons and guards everywhere, dead men in bloody piles, and
Speaker 2: singly off. There Morgaridge a bullet in his back, lying
Speaker 2: alone where Daniels had dropped him. He gave his life
Speaker 2: in defiance of Daniel's reign of terror. And there the
Speaker 2: body of Daniels, a pistol clutched in his hand, and
Speaker 2: beneath him Major's and Davis shot through the head. The
Speaker 2: story was plain enough. They were the last to go.
Speaker 2: Daniels dispatched them, Davis first, perhaps, then Major's and his
Speaker 2: last bullet for himself, had he kept his word to Pardue.
Speaker 2: They found him in his bunk, a shot through the groin,
Speaker 2: and that was Goodwin's bullet. Another in his head that
Speaker 2: was Daniels again, Daniels had kept his word, and the guards.
Speaker 2: They were there too. Ecchels, the veteran hangman dead inside
Speaker 2: a cell. The door was ajar. Duncan's body was inside
Speaker 2: a locked cell. The key was gone, and the detail
Speaker 2: of the rescue corps labored with a blow torch to
Speaker 2: reach him. Shorty Irwin was there too, lying close to Duncan,
Speaker 2: and so was Rinker and Shepherd and mc clellan, all dead.
Speaker 2: Brown's body was inside where it had been tossed with
Speaker 2: wiggins corpse. The blowtorch cut through the last bar of steel.
Speaker 2: The cell door was flung back, and the rescue squad
Speaker 2: filed in their flashlights playing on the ashen faces of
Speaker 2: the dead. Duncan blinked a slight movement of the eyelid.
Speaker 2: There's life in him, someone shouted, noting the quiver of
Speaker 2: the eyelid. Down on their knees and the blood and
Speaker 2: the litter men examined him. He was whole, not a
Speaker 2: bullet in his body, but scared almost to death. A
Speaker 2: stretcher was hastily summoned the cons He screamed, almost insane
Speaker 2: with terror as they lifted him to the stretcher, and
Speaker 2: then he fell back limp fighting convicts figments of his imagination.
Speaker 2: They hurried him to the hospital, but the other guards
Speaker 2: they were dead, every man shot through the head. The
Speaker 2: rescuers counted them. There were six. With Wiggins, whose body
Speaker 2: was carried out, there was seven, and later, though they
Speaker 2: didn't know it, there would be eight. Goodwin was doomed.
Speaker 2: Eight guards and five convicts. Damn it. Warden Crawford groaned
Speaker 2: as he turned again to look the corpse of the
Speaker 2: man responsible. A big black cat laughed at the blood
Speaker 2: congealed on the ashen face of Danny Daniels, and his
Speaker 2: bony fist still clutched a cheap six shooter. There he
Speaker 2: lay on the cold prison floor, dead in a charnel
Speaker 2: house of his own creation. Hold on, A big black
Speaker 2: cat was licking the blood off of Danny Daniel's face.
Speaker 2: Where did the cat come from? I'm reminded of season
Speaker 2: four of Stranger Things no spoilers here, when Jason says,
Speaker 2: how do you expect to stop the devil if you
Speaker 2: don't believe he's real? Feel like, that's a supernatural black cat,
Speaker 2: don't you? I mean, what's a cat doing calmly hanging
Speaker 2: out with all that gunfire and bombs going off. My goodness,
Speaker 2: So there Daniels lay, providing a congealed blood meal for
Speaker 2: a giant black cat, there on the cold prison floor,
Speaker 2: dead in a charnel house of his own creation. He
Speaker 2: had died fighting, as indicated by the prison cell tear,
Speaker 2: drenched in blood, scarred by bullets, shaken by fire and dynamite,
Speaker 2: and blackened by smoke. Someone collected the weapons used to
Speaker 2: hold off one thousand men. There were only four, the
Speaker 2: rifle from the crow's nest, and three six shooters. Two
Speaker 2: of them were rusty, one tough bird. Warden Crawford remarked
Speaker 2: and stepped across the threshold into the prison yard. Smoke
Speaker 2: still rose in curling wisps from the ruin of the
Speaker 2: adjoining cellhouses, the chapel and the mess hall, in which
Speaker 2: also lay the ashes of the cremated hopes of rebel
Speaker 2: Danny and his pals. So can I just say really
Speaker 2: quickly that it seems as though the warden handled this terribly.
Speaker 2: They had four guns, four so if he'd had the
Speaker 2: courage to rush the cell block, a lot of lives
Speaker 2: could have been saved. Now, granted, hindsight is twenty twenty.
Speaker 2: But also remember that they had to smuggle all the
Speaker 2: weapons into prison. So if you think about it logically,
Speaker 2: how many guns could the convicts possibly have? Four seems
Speaker 2: like a pretty good yes, And for it was the
Speaker 2: only one with the courage to be truly proactive was
Speaker 2: the Irish priest. And somehow his hundred pounds of dynamite
Speaker 2: had very little effect except to cripple the armored car.
Speaker 2: But the dynamiting was a good idea, and the warden
Speaker 2: almost didn't want anyone to do that either. It was
Speaker 2: only at the priest's insistence that he allowed it. If
Speaker 2: only he had taken the advice of the experts and
Speaker 2: proactively rushed the compound, who knows, but it seems like
Speaker 2: a lot of lives could have been saved, all right enough,
Speaker 2: editorializing back to the story, it remained for one of
Speaker 2: the convicts to solve the mystery of the rebel's death.
Speaker 2: At about four o'clock in the morning, said a terror
Speaker 2: numbed convict who stood next to the cell in which
Speaker 2: Danny Daniels had snuffed out the lives of his compatriots
Speaker 2: and his own. Danny, who had been walking up and
Speaker 2: down the corridor in cell House number three, called Red
Speaker 2: Riley and A. H. Davis to him in the cell
Speaker 2: where Jimmy Pardu lay wounded boys. He told him we're
Speaker 2: fight in a losing battle. What'll we do? Pardue spoke
Speaker 2: up and said, Danny, end it with me before the
Speaker 2: screws get me. Davis and Riley agreed. The two stood up.
Speaker 2: Daniels went into the cell, shot Purdue in the head,
Speaker 2: then shot Davis and Riley in succession. They fell upon
Speaker 2: each other and lay in a bloody pile. Then Daniels
Speaker 2: went outside the cell and walked up and down for
Speaker 2: a minute and then said, well, my pals are gone,
Speaker 2: the screws are all dead. I'll end it. He put
Speaker 2: the gun to his head and pulled the trigger. And
Speaker 2: that is the terrible ending to the epic and horrible
Speaker 2: true story Carnage at Canyon City. This story ends in suicide,
Speaker 2: which is always tragic. No matter who takes their own life,
Speaker 2: all life is precious. Even a hardened murderer like Danny
Speaker 2: Daniels had people who loved him. He had a wife
Speaker 2: and a child in Oklahoma. Anyone who goes, and especially
Speaker 2: those who take their own lives, will always be mourned
Speaker 2: and by those who love them, and so I wanted
Speaker 2: to use these tragic events as an opportunity to remind
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Speaker 2: It's nine to eight eight and you can call it
Speaker 2: to receive suicidal, substance use or mental health crisis related
Speaker 2: support twenty four hours a day, seven days a week.
Speaker 2: Never forget that people care about you. If you need
Speaker 2: somebody to talk to, acutely call the number. If you'd
Speaker 2: just like to share, feel free to reach out to
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Speaker 2: social media. That was an action packed story, but boy
Speaker 2: a tragic one. Huh. Time to sign off. I guess
Speaker 2: look forward to seeing you next week. We'll be dropping
Speaker 2: a new episode on Thursday. Thank you so much for
Speaker 2: being here and choosing to spend your time with me.
Speaker 2: I'm Zevan Odelberg and this has been kind of Murdery.
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