Still bent upon his purpose, he turned out of the door and ran around the millinery store towards a side door of the kitchen. But here Mrs. Thoelecke again met him, and demanded that he leave the place "like a gentleman." The story of the event spread like a prairie fire. The gamblers gathered in force on the corner in front of Tobin's saloon, and condemned Mc- Donald for his fiasco ending of the affair. Fowler and Strater went about deputizing men to take the gang. Occasionally one who stood in with the rough element or did not court any trouble with them, would refuse to be deputized, until they saw the muzzle of a gun, and the determined faces, then he would join, sometimes with a humorous remark, that after all he "guessed he would go too."

How they got away with it without a shot being fired and a number of killed and wounded, was only a miracle. But Fowler went into the saloon and brought out McDonald. He and Hugh Bean, "the gentleman gambler," Dan Sullivan, Frank Anderson, and some half a dozen others were disarmed, marched to the old Sidney jail, and locked in.

Sometime in the night a number of men, some of whom still reside in the new and better Sidney, got their heads together. In the morning McDonald was found near the court house hung to a pole, and the other gambler prisoners, had all "vamoosed" for healthier climates. One of the scattered clan recently died in Pocatello, Idaho, and what became of the others is of little consequence.