A huge, rawboned, grim man is Warden Richard Elias Davis of the Utah State Prison. With a firm hand he rules the convicts confined in that strong jail, made doubly strong by the high mountains back of Salt Lake City. Last week Warden Davis heard a bomb go off. Looking out from his office he saw the prison yard suddenly seething with a bloody, vicious riot. A dozen convicts had captured Deputy Warden Giles. Three hundred others were milling in the yard armed with clubs and rocks. Some had guns. Louis Deathridge, a Missouri...
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