anaheim-gazette 1912-12-19

Page Four COLBY C COME MAN-HUNT DEALS DEATH TO BRAVE OFFICER DEPUTY SHERIFF SQUIRES LOSES LIFE IN GUN FIGHT WITH DESPERADO WOUNDED THREE TIMES, FALLS IN TRACKS, COMPANIONS UNABLE TO GO TO HIM Deputy Sheriff Bob Squires was shot and instantly killed by an unknown desperado just before sun-up on Monday morning at a point on the San Joaquin ranch eight miles east of Santa Ana. He was wounded three times with rifle balls, one shot piercing the head, the other entering the lungs and the third passing through the stomach. Squires emptied his revolver at the desperado, whom he met face to face in the foothills near Tomato Springs. Squires fell in his tracks, and his body house peering into the windows. His tracks were found the next morning. Soon the dog began to bark furiously. Two girls, employed by Cook, named Myrtle and Jessie Huff, aged 17 and 13, went to the back of the barn to tie their dog, being afraid coyotes were about and he might be harmed. Returning, they were suddenly confronted by a man. "Stop," he said. "If either of you scream, I'll kill you both. Which of you is the oldest?" "I am," replied Myrtle, bravely. Quickly, the man took a rope from his belt, and tied Jessie to the fence of the pig pen. He thought he had her hands tied tightly. Jessie made no effort to struggle. All the time the man flourished a revolver. As he seized Myrtle by one arm he fired a shot into the ground at Jessie's feet. "Now you see I mean business," he snarled. "Put out that lantern," he commanded. Myrtle did so, raising the lantern so that she saw the brute's face, recognizing him as the visitor of the afternoon. He dragged Myrtle to a bean straw stack, just around the corner from where Jessie had been tied. "I shot a man at he boasted, 'and tha pretty quick. I'll kii before they ever g come on. Then I'm girl's house and kill The man went b hills. By this time Cheney and others the man. Squires and St along the side of t about waist high. 6:30 o'clock. Suddenly the pu fire. From that fir with a bullet hole and one through his Squires was down o The man had so a little draw that slope of a ridge ac yon on the west sid was killed. From what was going on entire upper part o He acted like a r munition. His dea and Stacy showed t wonderful shot. Constable Jackson Jernigan were but from Squires. The them several times." Deputy Sheriff Bob Squires was shot and instantly killed by an unknown desperado just before sun-up on Monday morning at a point on the San Joaquin ranch eight miles east of Santa Ana. He was wounded three times with rifle balls, one shot piercing the head, the other entering the lungs and the third passing through the stomach. Squires emptied his revolver at the desperado, whom he met face to face in the foothills near Tomato Springs. Squires fell in his tracks, and his body lay until 10:30 o'clock where it had fallen, a posse of 150 men being unable to approach it up to that time, owing to the presence of the armed desperado whose unerring aim proved him to be a marksman of wonderful ability. Deputy Sheriff Tex Stacy was wounded several times in the chase. One ball lodged in his shoulder, and he was also shot in the knee and left hand. Stacy continued firing until he was so badly wounded he could no longer continue the fight. He retreated to his auto, going to a neighboring house to telephone for reinforcements. The man whom Squires and Stacy had trailed during the night was wanted for rape upon a 17-year-old girl named Myrtle Huff, living at a farm house near El Toro. On Sunday afternoon the man whose identity has not been revealed, came across the fields from the direction of the Trabuco road, and arriving at the backyard of William A. Cook's home on the San Joaquin ranch, asked for work. Cook told him that work was slack. The man then walked to Myford, where he was until night. About 7 o'clock Cook's family was in the house addressing postal cards. The fiend evidently walked around the seized Myrtle by one arm he fired a shot into the ground at Jessie's feet. "Now you see I mean business," he snarled. "Put out that lantern," he commanded. Myrtle did so, raising the lantern so that she saw the brute's face, recognizing him as the visitor of the afternoon. He dragged Myrtle to a bean straw stack, just around the corner from where Jessie had been tied. As soon as the man was out of sight, Jessie untied herself and sped to the house, where she informed Cook of what had happened. Cook ran toward the haystack, and was fired at point blank twice by the man with the revolver. Cook turned and went back to the house. Jessie begged him not to go out again, saying the man would certainly kill Myrtle, as he told Cook he would do. Cook had no arms at the house. He ran to the men's quarters, and aroused them, among them being Al. Prater, who was later shot through the head by the desperado. By this time the man had accomplished his dreadful purpose, and had turned down the road leading toward the foothills. Cook was on horseback, and rode toward his brother's house off toward Tomato Springs. He probably passed the fiend in the darkness, for the man's abandoned pack, containing a quilt, was found near the road Monday morning. Men hunted all night, but could get no trace of the scoundrel. Monday morning about daybreak he went to Ed. Chambers' ranchhouse, and sat there and ate a lunch that he had with him. ANAHEIM GAZETTE CARS ARR COME IN AND SEE THEM "I shot a man at Myford last night," he boasted, "and they will be after me pretty quick. I'll kill a bunch of them before they ever get me. Let them come on. Then I'll go back to that girl's house and kill them all." The man went back into the foothills. By this time Squires, Stacy, Will Cheney and others were hunting for the man. Squires and Stacy were making along the side of the ridge in brush about waist high. It was then about 6:30 o'clock. Suddenly the pursued man opened fire. From that fire Stacy came out with a bullet hole through his wrist and one through his shoulder, and Bob Squires was down on the ground. The man had sought protection in a little draw that ran up the west slope of a ridge across the little canyon on the west side of which Squires was killed. From there he could see what was going on around him in the entire upper part of the canyon. He acted like a man saving his ammunition. His deadly aim at Squires and Stacy showed that the man was a wonderful shot. Constable Jackson and City Marshal Jernigan were but a short distance from Squires. The bandit fired at them several times and they only determined to go to Squires' body. He had no hope that his chief deputy was alive, but he felt that he ought to go and if he was still alive give him aid. Ruddock, Harry Tubbs, Al. Prater, who worked on the Cook ranch, and William Culver, blacksmith near Myford, formed the party. Besides they thought the man might fire and show his exact location. They were in full view of the hidden fiend, though they could not see him. Carefully through the brush the four daring men crept to the point where they saw Squires' body where it had then lain for nearly four hours. They arrived. Squires was lifeless, Tubbs put his hands on him, and quickly saw that the brave under sheriff was no longer alive. A bullet hole entered his eye, and in the quick examination they made, it looked as though the bullet went straight through his head. Captain Ulm and a detachment of Company L responded to calls from Sheriff Ruddock and were quickly on the scene and with rifles. Fifty autos bearing armed men were at the scene of the shooting. The bandit was surrounded by a posse of 150 armed men. He remained crouched in a little draw, occasionally raising to fire a rifle ball at his pursuers. Ulm and a picked a little draw that ran up the west slope of a ridge across the little canyon on the west side of which Squires was killed. From there he could see what was going on around him in the entire upper part of the canyon. He acted like a man saving his ammunition. His deadly aim at Squires and Stacy showed that the man was a wonderful shot. Constable Jackson and City Marshal Jernigan were but a short distance from Squires. The bandit fired at them several times, and they, the only officers with rifles, fired back repeatedly, and possibly one of them hit the man in the wrist. Jernigan escaped by accident. On the rough hill his feet slipped, and as he sat down suddenly a bullet struck where his head had been. The man was surrounded so that he could not get away. Most of the officers were armed only with revolvers, and Sheriff Ruddock saw that it would take good rifles to reach the outlaw. The sheriff went to Santa Ana and soon had men going out with rifles. In the meantime Le Bard and a comrade were guarding the west ridge. From that point Le Bard emptied his rifle at the man. By 10 o'clock a strong posse had gathered at Cheney's house. One bunch led by Will Jeffrey was piloted to the northwest ridge. Among these were City Marshal Warner of Orange. Will Cheney piloted another crowd up the west ridge, the one on which Squires was shot. There Sheriff Ruddock was in charge. An occasional shot was fired by someone hoping to stir the man up, but the bandit kept well to cover. About 10:30 o'clock Sheriff Ruddock Captain Ulm and a detachment of Company L responded to calls from Sheriff Ruddock and were quickly on the scene and with rifles. Fifty autos bearing armed men were at the scene of the shooting. The bandit was surrounded by a posse of 150 armed men. He remained crouched in a little draw, occasionally raising to fire a rifle ball at his pursuers. Ulm and a picked squad entered the mouth of the draw and cautiously moved up to where the bandit lay concealed. At their approach he sprang to his feet. He had been wounded in the wrist, which probably explained the reason of his recent poor shooting. Before he could level his gun at the guardsmen he was riddled with bullets. It is said the first shot to hit the bandit was fired by Deputy Marshal Jack Iman, of this city, who joined in the search, armed with a rifle. As the bandit leaped to his feet at the approach of Ulm and his men, Iman fired from his place on the west bank of the draw. The bandit was seen to pitch forward and fall. Ulm's men gave him a volley, and as they came up, they found him dead. The body was removed to the morgue at Santa Ana, where it now lies awaiting identification. Bargains in second-hand motorcycles at Anlauf's Motorcycle shop, N. Los Angeles street. J. F. Ahlborn left on Saturday afternoon for a business visit of several days in San Francisco. ORANGE IS KING Figures just compiled by the State Horticultural Commissioner's office show that California leads the nation in horticulture. The grand total shows that there are more than 38,000,000 trees in California bearing fruits and nuts and more than 13,000,000 non-bearing trees of the same classification, 125,000,000 bearing grapevines and 23,000,000 non-bearing vines. The orange is king in California, according to the report. There are 13,000,000 orange trees planted out in orchards. If these orange groves were combined and set out ninety trees to an acre, the grove would be one mile wide and 225 miles long. Lemons, in citrus fruits, come next, there being 3,000,000 trees. 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