did not, for reasons of my own, mainly that he talked too much, tell the Deputy of my plans.  I went to four men—­men of unquestioned courage and discretion—­and told them of my plans.  These men were Til Glaze, Sam Richardson, G. W. Barns and Charley Long.  They all agreed to go with me.  It was arranged that we were to slip out of town singly and meet a few miles up the Ochoco Creek, at a designated place.  We deemed this essential to success, as we knew that the men had confederates in town who would beat us to the cabin and give the alarm.  Meantime the angry Deputy got a posse together and started on his fruitless errand.  We loitered about town until about 8 o’clock, taking particular pains to let ourselves be seen, especially about the saloons.  We did not talk together, nor did we permit any of the gang to see us in company.  We then dropped off saying we were going home, that it was bed time.

But instead of going to bed we mounted our horses and taking back streets slipped out of town.  The night was dark and stormy, but all five reached the rendezvous on time and we then proceeded to the ranch of Mr. Johnson whom we requested to pilot us to the secret cabin.  The vicinity of the cabin was reached about two o’clock in the morning, and after securing our horses we cautiously approached it.  A light was soon discovered and with still greater caution we attempted to surround the cabin.  The barking of a dog, however, gave the alarm and both murderers seized their rifles, blankets and some provisions and made their escape.  Jumping over a log behind the cabin they stopped to listen and finally thinking it a false alarm, laid down their guns, etc., and walked around to the corner of the cabin.  The snow was a foot deep and so dark was the night that they did not see us until we were within a few feet of them.  They then started to run when Richardson, Glaze and Barns opened on them with their revolvers.  Long and I were within a few feet of the front door and did not catch even a glimpse of the fleeing murderers.  They were chased so closely that they had no time to get either their horses, guns or blankets, but made their escape in the darkness.  When the shooting began the door flew open and a crowd of eleven men made a rush.  Long and I were armed with double barrel shot guns, and leveling them on the crowd we ordered them back or we would kill every man of them.  You may be sure they lost no time in getting back and closing the door.  I then stepped to the side of the door and told them we were after Langdon and Harrison, and did not wish to harm any one else, but that if one of them stuck his head out of the cabin he would get it blown off.