was scoured without success, so Mr.
Fernie decided that their quarry
would be still trying to escape to the
South. With the Chief Constable
were three men, Charlie and Duncan
McLean, who were brothers, and
Donald Gordon. These men were
expert woodsmen and dead shots
with the rifle. The posse had been
searching intensively for a week and
on reaching Fennell’s house, Mr.
Fernie turned in for a decent rest in
bed. In the middle of the night he
was awakened by Magistrate Fennell
and told that an Indian woman had
reported that she had seen a stranger
about three miles down the river.
The woman had gone for a bucket
of water. It was dark but as she
dipped the bucket in the stream she
saw a dug-out with the outline of a
man in it, glide silently past, drifting
with the current. She had heard of
the search and hastened to Fennell
with her news.

Mr. Fernie got up, dressed hastily,
called two men and after saddling
their tired horses rode to a point
several miles below where the man
had been seen in the canoe. They
watched until dawn but saw nothing.
In the morning the Chief Constable
decided to return to Kamloops and
start another posse working North
from there. He left the search in
charge of Charlie McLean, and
hastened back to town where he
worked all day organizing another
party. The following morning, just
as they were about to leave, Charlie
McLean rushed up and exclaimed,
“T am very sorry but we had to take
him dead!’’". He went on to explain
how he and his brother Duncan, and
Donald Gordon had called in at their
home, 20 miles North of Kamloops,
and had learned that a man had re-
cently been seen walking along the
toad by the river, near the mountain.

ANOTHER GUN

Duncan McLean and Donald
Gordon took a short cut across some
fields, and at a narrow place where
the road was hemmed by dense under-
brush, concealed themselves and
waited. They had not been in am-
bush long when they saw the fugi-
tive approaching on foot. When
opposite them, they stepped from
their hiding place and accosted him,
ordering him to hand over his rifle.
With one hand Williams proffered the
rifle and at the same time reached with
the other for his revolver, exclaiming,

I have another gun here!’’ He fired
at the two specials, but drowning the
explosion of the .455 was the sharp
crack of the two Winchesters, and the
bandit crumpled with one bullet
through his heart and another
through his throat.

At the inquest which followed
McLean and Gordon were absolved
NINETEENTH EDITION

A Mm ce

eae coh

As she dipped the bucket tn the stream, she saw a dug-out with the outline of a man in tt,
glide silently past, dcifting with the current.

from all blame, having only done
their duty as Constables.

When the body of Williams was
stripped for examination there was
discovered about his waist, next to

his skin, a money belt which con-
tained $500 in American $20 gold
pieces. Papers found in his clothing
showed that his name was “H. C.
Williams’ but that he had used an
alias of ‘‘Anderson.’”’ On tracing the
bandit’s record it was established
that he had been a citizen of the
United States, and known in law
enforcement circles South of the
border as a horse thief.

The events related in this narrative
took place 40 years ago, but are still
remembered by men who took part
in the man hunt. Today the country
which was the scene of the chase is
covered by good motor roads, and
there is a network of wires where
then the Indian telegraph was the
only mode of communication. The
British Columbia Provincial Police
still enforce the law in the same
area, but their methods have ad-
vanced to keep pace with the progress
the years have brought. Mr. Fernie
retired as Inspector of B.C. Police
after a long and distinguished career

as a law enforcement officer. He
passed away in Kamloops a few years
ago. Mort Teare who is now a
trapper, told me of his association
with Williams, while I was spending
an evening with him in his cabin at
Finlay Forks last year.

WHY?

IKEY: “You vos alvays a lucky
feller, Abie; you dook oudt a vire
insurance bolicy at den o’clog in der
morning and at dree o’clog dad same
avdernoon your blace vos burned
down. Vod did der insurance gom-
pany say?”

ABIE: “Dey wrote and asked me
vy der delay.”

WELL KNOWN

FIRST CADET: “Say, do you
know that nice-looking blonde who
just passed?”

SECOND CADET:
her very well.”

FIRST CADET: ““Then why didn’t
you speak to her?”

SECOND CADET:
her too well.”

“T do: I know

“Because I know

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