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before did I see Warden Delahunty move about so quickly as he did there when fighting for his state and his honor. There was a strange look upon his face - to me he looked many years younger. Altogether he fired five shots, the desperadoes firing back at him, one bullet landing in the door casing above his head. In firing the fourth shot he leaned too much forward and a bullet struck him in the side. He turned around and for a minute stooped over as if he was going to fall but suddenly jumped forward and fired another shot. By this time he was getting weak and fell to the floor. I kneeled down beside him and comforted him.

For a few minutes he sat in an upright position but grew weaker and weaker, and with the words, "Oh, my Lord," he fell backwards on the floor. At the same time the desperadoes made the turnkey hold up his hands and deliver over the keys. Then the turnkey went into hiding in the cellar. They opened the door leading out

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into the hail and ran out into the open, firing into the office as they ran. One bullet which was perhaps intended for me ploughed through a large calendar hanging on the wall, cut it in two pieces, and landed in the window casing. I wish to make mention right here of a heroine, who was never mentioned in the newspapers, but who deserves great credit for what she did. I do not even know her name. I refer to the Bell telephone operator on duty that afternoon. As the desperadoes disappeared I left the warden for a minute, told the Bell operator what had happened and asked her to notify the governor, the sheriff the chief of police, Mr. Hughes, manager of Nebraska Bankers Association, and to send out a general alarm. This she did, and did it well. I then returned to the warden. He was not bleeding at all, but was getting weaker and weaker. Just then his brother, John Delahunty, night yardmaster at the prison, came downstairs. He had heard

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the noise and came to investigate. He had dressed hurriedly and had on no shoes or hose. He came down just as the desperadoes slammed the door. Had he come one minute sooner perhaps he too would have forfeited his life. Just then the warden's revolver fell from his hand. I handed it to John. I also told him what had happened that the turnkey doors were wide open and that there was nothing to prevent all the prisoners from walking out. He went in search of Turnkey Pahl, but that gentleman was nowhere to be found. He then went to lock the door that leads from the chapel into the yard and thus prevented anyone from going out. At that time, shaking and quivering, the chief clerk, Mr. Ward emerged from the vault. Also Mr. Henry Evans was the first to appear upon the scene. Mr. Evans was at that time a night guard. He is an ex-soldier, one of the bravest men at Lancaster and a crack shot. He was asleep when the shooting took place in the chapel,

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and being awakened by the noise dressed hurriedly and went to look into the chapel. He saw at a glance what was going on, but having no arms he went to the chapel tower guard, and asked for the use of his gun for a short time. The tower guard refused. Evans is a sharpshooter, and if he had appeared on the scene in time I doubt if the desperadoes would have gotten away. Mr. Evans went back into the prison and got together a bunch of men to carry the warden to his room. Among them was Frank Dinsmore (called the "Convict Physician" by the soulsavers) and also Jim Thomas, the colored clerk at the prison cigar stand. As they walked into the office the then chief clerk was calling up the governor's office. He was much excited and was telling that there was a general mutiny. Frank Dinsmore went over to him and told him that the boys were as quiet as mice. This is how the story started that there was a mutiny and a general outbreak at the prison.