McGinty met his fate upon the scaffold, cringing and whining when
the last hour came. Eight of his chief followers shared his
fate. Fifty-odd had various degrees of imprisonment. The work
of Birdy Edwards was complete.
And yet, as he had guessed, the game was not over yet. There was
another hand to be played, and yet another and another. Ted
Baldwin, for one, had escaped the scaffold; so had the Willabys;
so had several others of the fiercest spirits of the gang. For
ten years they were out of the world, and then came a day when
they were free once more--a day which Edwards, who knew his men,
was very sure would be an end of his life of peace. They had
sworn an oath on all that they thought holy to have his blood as
a vengeance for their comrades. And well they strove to keep
their vow!
From Chicago he was chased, after two attempts so near success
that it was sure that the third would get him. From Chicago he
went under a changed name to California, and it was there that
the light went for a time out of his life when Ettie Edwards
died. Once again he was nearly killed, and once again under the
name of Douglas he worked in a lonely canon, where with an
English partner named Barker he amassed a fortune.
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