Shortly past midnight a group of about eight or ten dark figures darted through the moonlight toward the Poplarville, Miss. courthouse. Opening a window, they slipped into the sheriff's office. They seemed to know that the jailer had gone for the night. They knew, too, that the cell keys were in a metal cabinet in the sheriff's office. Some of the raiders waited in the darkened second-floor courtroom, while a few others, wearing gloves and masks, pushed their way through the courtroom into the cell area just above. A voice barked and startled Prisoner C.J. Monday: "Boy, where is...
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