One foggy morning last week 17 convicts and two guards trudged out to a timber patch on a prison farm near Crockett, Tex. Suddenly Convict Joe Palmer dived head-first into a brushpile, came up with a .45 automatic in his hand. While he blazed at the guards two more convicts scooped two more guns out of the brush. Somewhere behind a barn a horn honked steadily. Out of rank weeds edging a ditch two men rose, splattered machine gun and pistol bullets around the wounded guards as five prisoners scrambled toward the...
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