When the train reached Morgan City, Louisiana, at 3 P. M., which was the first stop, Jesse wired New York as follows: 

“On Sunset Limited with friend.  He has transportation to the City of Mexico, via Eagle Pass, where I am now journeying with him.  Answer to Beaumont, Texas.”

Later in the afternoon he sent an additional message from Lafayette, Louisiana: 

“Have seen transportation of friend and am positive of destination.”

Dodge was occupying Section 3 of the sleeping car “Capitola,” and, as became an invalid, retired early.

At Beaumont Jesse failed to receive any reply to his various messages, and when the train arrived at Houston no word came from New York until it was almost the time of departure.  Waiting until practically the last moment Jesse hurried through the gates of the Union Station at Houston and bought a ticket to San Antonio.  As he was leaving the ticket window Night Chief of Police John Howard and two officers came hurrying up inquiring anxiously for “Mr. Jesse.”  The reenforcements had arrived.

Outside on the track “The Sunset Limited” was just getting under way.  The first frantic puffs were being vomited from the funnel.  Inside Dodge was sleeping peacefully in his berth.  Jesse, accompanied by Chief Howard, hurried up to the conductor who was about to swing on to the steps of the sleeper, and ordered him to hold the train till the fugitive could be removed.  After some argument the conductor grumblingly complied and Dodge was aroused from pleasant dreams of the “Creole Quarter” to the cold reality of being dragged out of bed by a policeman.  He was unceremoniously hustled out of the sleeping car into a carriage and taken to Headquarters where he admitted his identity and remarked: 

“I know what I am wanted for, but I will never return to New York.”

In his grip was found the sum of $1,563.15, as well as numerous letters from the law firm of Howe and Hummel, and a quantity of newspaper clippings relative to his case.

Dodge pleaded with Chief Howard not to lock him up, urging that he was a sick man and offering a goodly sum if he might be taken to a hotel and guarded for the remainder of the night.  But what “went” in New Orleans did not “go” in Houston, and the best that Dodge could get for himself was a cot in the “Ladies’ Detention Room” on the second floor of the jail.

Early the following morning Jesse visited Police Headquarters and for the first time met George Ellis, Chief of Police of Houston, for whom he will always have a feeling of deep gratitude for his enthusiastic cooperation and loyalty in the many stirring events that followed.  Dodge now received a telegram from New York, which was submitted to Jesse before reaching the prisoner, to the effect that Howe and Hummel were sending on an attorney to aid the fugitive in resisting extradition, and informing him that they had employed Messrs. Hunt and Meyers as attorneys to look out for his welfare.  These last immediately jumped in medias res and on the afternoon of the same day secured a writ of habeas corpus from Norman J. Kitrell, District Judge of Harris County, Texas, returnable the following morning.