4 few moments later was left alone with his
dead pal and his prisoner.

It seemed hours before McKenzie returned
with Chief Stephenson.

“My God! Is that you, Ross?” exclaimed
the Chief, then gazing sorrowfully at the
body of Westaway, said: “Poor, brave lad.”

Quickly Ross, who had somewhat recov-
ered his poise, told of what had occurred.

_ “Who is this man?” he asked, pointing to
the prisoner.

“| do not know yet,” replied Ross.

At that moment the prisoner stirred and
muttered as if regaining consciousness.

Quickly Stephenson knelt beside the
prisoner and, seizing him by the arm, shook
roughly.

“Who is your partner?” he demanded.

“Bill , muttered the prisoner and
opened his eyes with a groan.

CAPTURE OF THE FLYING DUTCHMAN

For a moment he blinked at the light, then
he realized that he was faced by police of-
ficers and that he had sub-consciously be-
trayed his accomplice.

With this realization he clamped his
bruised jaws together and refused to answer
any more questions, but he had said enough.
The name of his partner in crime was known.

Stephenson was about to rise to his feet
when he noticed a peculiar mole on the pris
oner’s cheek. It stood out like a brand in
spite of the cuts and bruises on the battered
face.

“Ross, I believe you have captured the
‘Flying Dutchman,!” he exclaimed.

The prisoner glared balefully as he heard
this.

The “Flying Dutchman”!

Who among western officers had not heard
of Henry Wagner, alias Harry Ferguson and
a dozen other aliases, and notoriously known
as the “Flying Dutchman”? He was an al-
most mythical figure representing the last
and worst of the bad men of the Old West.

Some years previous he had been chief of
the infamous Cassidy gang which had ter-
rorized Wyoming and neighbouring states, a
gang which had committed scores of mur-
ders, hold-ups and train robberies. Sheriff's
posses had failed to round up this vicious
gang and eventually Uncle Sam sent out his

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ate these human rats.

The soldiers did their work well. Eighteen
of the outlaws were shot down, but the
“Flying Dutchman” and his henchman, Bill

, sought safety in flight.

Wagner and Bill continued their criminal
careers and staged many robberies and burg-
laries. They served prison terms and in some
instances escaped from custody. Each time
their connection with the Cassidy gang was
not established until after they were free.

Attempting to rob a postoffice in the State
of Washington, Wagner shot and killed the
postmaser. He and his evil aide then com-

The “Flying Dutchman” when he was an inmate _
of Walla Walla, Wash., Penitentiary.

For a time prisons seemed unable to hold this
man. hut his end was just another example of the
adage that “crime does not pay.”

pletely disappeared only to appear at Union
Bay and add another murder to their long
list of similar crimes.

What a capture for a “rookie cop!”

PRISONER AN INVENTOR

Ross could hardly believe it possible but
was compelled to belief a short time later
when Stephenson obtained from McKenzie’s

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office a circular bearing a photograph and
description of the much-wanted criminal.

When the officers were preparing to re-
move Wagner to the gaol at Cumberland
they found a clever contrivance on his per-
son. Flashlights were little known at the
time, so Wagner had made his own. To a
set of dry-cell batteries, carried in his hip
pocket, he had attached wires which led to
a small light bulb which he held in his hand.
A small switch operated the bulb. With the
bulb in his cupped hand, he could press the
switch with his finger and have a light ad-
mirably suited for his prowling and felonious
activities.

After seeing Wagner lodged in gaol and
the body of Westaway removed to an under-
taking establishment, the “rookie” retired
to his hotel for a well-earned rest.

That afternoon he visited the gaol to in-
spect his captive.

Stephenson was there and asked Wagner:
“Do you know this man?”, pointing to Ross.

“Yes, I know him, but he never took me
alone. He must have had help.”

Wagner always maintained that no one
man could capture him alive.

Search for Bill was immediately started.

Constable George Hannay, who knew
every inch of the lower mainland and Van-
couver Island coasts, took a look at Wagner
and said that he believed he had seen the
prisoner and another man on a small home-
stead on Lasqueti Island, some distance from
the Vancouver Island shore. He was sure
that the other man was Bill. So Hannay
was given charge of the search, but instead
of accepting assistance he set out alone.

The search was successful. For several
days Hannay lay in hiding on a bleak, rocky
islet just off the Lasqueti Island homestead.
His patience was rewarded, for he saw Bill,
wearily tugging at the oars of a small boat,
making his way to the homestead landing.
He quickly took the man into custody and
search of the homestead shack resulted in
recovery of most of the loot taken from
Union Bay stores and homes.

SEARCH Is ENDED

Bill, desperately attempting to save his
own neck, gave the police every assistance
and corroborated the story of Ross as to
what had occurred in the store when West-

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