A FOUL MURDER.
The readers of the "Daily Express" must have been great shocked —tor a few moments, at any rate—by a circumstantial account of a foul murder which appeared in that journal a few weeks ago. Tiio thrilling story opened with a picture of Lieutenant-General BadenPowell, now Sir Robert, walking through the woods on VVisley Common and discovering three of his boy scouts cooking their evening meal at the camp fire just outside their litie brown tent. Suddenly, it goes on, two shots rang out and two of the boys fell back, while two burly men leaped from the cover of the ferns and, grappling with the third lad. succeeded in knocking liim on the head with the butt of their revolvers and ! rendering liim unconscious. One of the | scouts, apparently with a broken thigh, started to crawl away, but another shot from the gun of one of the ruffians stopped him. The two men, after riflin<> the pockets of the si outs, disappeared. Scarcely had they gone from view anions the trees when a patrol of scouts came up, attracted by the shots. The patrol leader came cautiously forward, and when the two prostrate forms were seon, he murmured in broad Oxfordshire, "There's been foul play here." Turning briskly to his men behind, he told off two to keep guard, while the others attended to the wounded men. Then., approaching the first, he, carefully examined the wound, and feeling; the pulse and heart, turned away with the exclamation, "Dead as a door-nail!" The man by the fire was found to be suffering from concussion, and was promptly attended to, while the traces left by the third man as he crawled along the ground were followed, and he was found behind a tree, suffering from a badly broken thigh. With great t are and skill the scouts bound up the broken limb in the approved style, keeping a sharp look-out for the enemy at the same time, and when the wounded men were place on stretchers, improvised from the staves and coats of the ambulance party, the General, who had beeu watching the proceedings with his usual composure, exclaimed, "Very good, very good ; splendid." At these words the wounded men sprang up the dead man came to life, the murderers appeared with their guns and after vh<» General had critically examined the bandages the whole party marched back ot camp. The boys had been ploying at soldieia,
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Hastings Standard, Volume XIII, Issue 4310, 13 November 1909, Page 4 (Supplement)
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421A FOUL MURDER. Hastings Standard, Volume XIII, Issue 4310, 13 November 1909, Page 4 (Supplement)
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