allow me
to waive an examination. I told him it was dangerous for me to remain
in Merced, and I wanted to waive, and go to Modesto for safety. My
attorney, P. D. Wigginton, mentioned the matter to many in my
presence, about nine o'clock in the morning. One hour passed--two
hours--three--four. It was one o'clock, and still Meany had done
nothing, although repeatedly urged by my friends to do something.
Well, when one o'clock arrived, and I still remained in the
lock-up, I knew what I could expect from Meany. I then made up my mind
to say nothing to him, but let matters take their course, and await
developments. He, no doubt, was surprised that I did not beg him to
take me to some place of safety; but I knew it was useless to ask him
to save my life. I had asked him to take me to Modesto in order to
prevent violence; and one o'clock arriving, I knew what his action
meant, on account of his expressions used in my hearing while I was
lying in the lock-up. It was plain to me that he was in sympathy with
the mob, which I knew was rising. I said nothing, but kept my own
counsel.

A heavy fog came up about five o'clock P. M., and it was near dark at
that hour. Meany opened the door and ordered me, in a quick, sharp,
rough voice, to put on my coat, which I had taken off in order the
more easily to slip through the hands of the mob in case they broke in
the lock-up to take me out. Said Meany:

"Be quick! Put your coat on. Got to take you out of this right now, as
they will be down here in less than an hour and hang you!"

I merely said to him, "Why didn't you take me to Modesto when you
could have done so with safety?"

That question was a poser to him, and he made some inarticulate reply.
I put on my coat, and accompanied by Meany and Deputy Sheriff Breen,
one carrying a double-barreled shot-gun, the other a repeating rifle,
started towards the new court house, which lies just at the edge of
town. Upon reaching the south-west corner of the enclosure surrounding
the building, I perceived a thorough-brace awaiting us. John Hathaway
had the lines, and I was handcuffed and put in the carriage with
Deputy Breen, and Meany told Breen to go as far as the Half-Way House
and there stop. After giving this order, he started back to town. I
then saw through the whole arrangement. He had put me into the hands
of a deputy, and as he confidently expected the mob would hang me, he
would be free from blame, and could say, "Granice was not