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Show Page 5 There were thes when he thought he ' d go wild with the pain in his hands ; finally tho , they got numb , ns dead as a counle of sticks • .All afternoon, all evening , all night he kept at it , hitting that thing thousands , yes, millions of times , I guess . He knew that he had to get this limb off because every hour would only see him weaker . He worked round and round it , wearing it liown a little at a tirne . Well , by 10 o'clock the next day , after twenty-two hours of steady hacking he pushed against it with his shoulders hard. enough to break it off . wasn ' t so bad . The sn1aller branches he could bend up inside of his arrns . little larger he broke with his hands and arms . his legs up over them and breaking them . wearing From then on it 1~ose a l1he bigger ones he got by throwing 1 Anyway , where he was twenty- two hours the first one off, he was to the top of the tree in two hours more . When he got up to where it was bending with his weight he fell, unconscious , but as luck would have it , clear of the tree . He hit some jagged limbs , tho', on his way dovm. that scratched him up quite bad. I've seen this pine , looking like a hen at moulting tirrie , with the ground all dug up around it , and I've seen the branch he hacked off and I want to tell you that I can't get over being amazed at it yet . I don ' t believe one man in a thousand would ever a got out of such a predicament. Well , he didn't know how long he was unconscious , but w ·en he did get at himself , he got a drink from their canteen and some food from their grub box and walked the five miles to the road. Now , I've already hinted that there wasn ' t much travel on that road , so when after fifteen minutes or so a car came along and passed him up , he felt pretty discouraged_. It was fully thirty miles on to town , too far to walk . Then when the second car passed him he was low. 1 'rhey seemed to think he was an escaped convict and. hurried by like they was afraid of him. The third one , driven by a Mr . Reed of Caliente , Nevada , piclrnd him up ...--md took him home . His first thought after he got his-hands free wes to locate those thieves . He phoned and wired all along the line, giving n careful descri-ption of the car and the neonle . B.e figured that ·t;hey would hic~_ve to stop at a drug store or hos:pi tal , or would hunt a doctor somewhere . When he called us here in St . George , right away I thought the Weston . man might be He had been reported dend by his brother George , but I had seen his pi cture in the True Detective Mysteries Line up an d I had a letter from H.C. Taggart , head of °'\ u.,~~ the secret service officers/\' asking about him. he used to run into here 0uite a bit . I I had lmovm Jack in his younger days; knew his brother George, too , knew he had been trained for a physician in one of the finest medical schools of the East , but |
