The Midnight Ambush on the Northern Pacific Line

We learn the following particulars of a shooting scrape which took place in the Green River country. John Grant has for some time past been keeper of a saloon and restaurant at Bennett’s headquarters on the line of the Northern Pacific Railroad, about four miles south of the Franklin mine. On Saturday evening, Grant and five other men were engaged in playing stud horse poker in the barroom. About half-past 11 o'clock, two masked men walked into the saloon and shouted, 'Throw up your hands! Throw up your hands! Throw up your hands!' The men at the table paid no attention to them, supposing a practical joke was being perpetrated upon them. No sooner had the third order been given by the masked men than they leveled their revolvers and fired. One shot passed entirely through Grant's body, and the other went about two feet over his head. The wounded man fell under the table and the masked men fled, as did all the other occupants of the saloon. While the barkeeper was away, notifying Mrs. Grant, who lived a few hundred yards distant, of what had happened, the till of the saloon was rifled of about $50. The wounded man had on his person about $100 in greenbacks, which was not touched. A physician was sent for to dress the wound, but it is hardly possible for Grant to recover, as his wound is very serious. No clue has yet been found which will lead to the apprehension of the murderers.