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ON the following Saturday I made what ultimately turned out to be my last attempt at crime, and never before had I been in such great and deadly peril. At one time it was any odds on my being captured, and it was only by the most fortunate combination of circumstances that I escaped at all.
I had partly got over my fear of Meadows, and in an evil humor that evening had even boldly carried my bar of iron with me up to the police head-quarters.