entered into a plan to assist in the capture of him. He induced his
brother, Charles Potter, to go out to Saeger’s camp, up Cherry creek,
and get Saeger to come into town on the Sunday following. This was
done because there was danger of Saeger’s getting wind of the
operations of the detectives, and of his giving or attempting to give
them the slip. Potter went to the camp, when Saeger was found in a
genial mood. He partook freely of some good spirits Potter had
along, and finally, when night was well advanced, and there was
supposed to be little danger of detection, he himself suggested
coming to Denver, and together the couple came in. They were met
promptly upon their arrival by Mr. Cook, who approached the fugitive
on the street, and without any ado made him a prisoner. The fellow
was given no opportunity to make any defense, and, seeing that he
had at last been caught in a trap from which he could not, at any
rate not then, extricate himself, he surrendered with good grace and
went quietly to jail.
In conversation with Cook, Potter and others, after his arrest, Saeger
freely admitted that he was the identical Bennehoff robber, but
averred that had he been armed the officer would never have taken
him. It was the first time, he said, that he had ever been taken
unawares, although he had been followed and watched for six years.
He also related somewhat of his life since the time of the robbery.
After leaving Saegerstown with the money—which he had in an old
clothes bag—he engaged as a coal heaver on a steamer on the Ohio
river. The first stopping place was Pittsburg, after which he went to
New Orleans, becoming a gambler further down the Mississippi.
From New Orleans he passed over to Cuba. He did not stay there
long, but went to Mexico, from which country he went to Texas. In
short, he had been a wanderer over the face of the earth, fleeing
constantly from the detectives who he knew were hounding him
down, and resorting to every possible means of disguising himself.
In Texas he found himself comparatively safe, and if he had been
content to remain there, buried away off on the Llano Estacado, as
he was, he might have remained there in safety. He had lost all his
money when he went to Texas, for he had gambled constantly and