on the wall," instanter. The game was up! He fled—and forfeited his bail.
But Col. Whitley followed upon his trail, forthwith. Every avenue of escape was watched, or blocked. His men sought him in all directions, and within another week, the United States Detectives, with the earnest aid of the St. Louis Police, who are rightfully entitled to a share of the credit in eventually bringing Biebusch to justice—the wily, determined, and cunning koniacker, was once more captured, and this time effectually. He was secured, and committed to prison without bail.
His trial was soon commenced, in the U. S. Court at St. Louis. Biebusch set up the worn-out stale defence of his accusation being a "put-up job;" but his past fearful record and the mass of facts adduced by the Government as to his long career of crime were plainly proven, to the satisfaction of Court and jury. Despite his wrath and the desperate defence he set up, Biebusch had now reached the end of his tether, and he saw that the present Chief and his Assistants were too many for him.
Col. Whitley bears no malice in his breast towards the men who thus fall into his hands. This disposition is entirely foreign to his nature. But he has entered determinately upon a "war of extermination" against the base counterfeiters who have so long cursed the land with the prosecution of their vile practices. He realises that for the accomplishment of this laudable purpose he now occupies the responsible position in which he has been placed by his Government; and he is resolved to carry out the object of the administration, in good faith, and to the uttermost of his ability. Towards the penitent tools employed by the leaders in this crime against the community, he is disposed to extend all proper leniency. And evidence in support
