"You may be sure, Hank, that justice will overtake them in the end. Standing as you are, on the edge of the grave, would you exchange places with either of these men?"
"No, not if they was to throw in all the gold in the world to boot," said Hank earnestly.
"Then you see there is something which a good man dreads more than death, Hank."
"Yes, Mr. Willett, it's a black character and a black heart."
Hank had just uttered this when the flap of the tent was pushed aside and Badger entered, followed by a number of the committee.
"Wa'al, gents," said Badger, "we're all ready."
"And so are we," said Mr. Willett, as he and Hank rose to their feet and stood side by side.
"This ain't pleasant work," said one of the committee with a face and manner that told he was heartily ashamed of his part in the business, "but it's got to be did."
Neither Mr. Willett nor Hank made any reply.
Badger and the members of the committee were all armed to the teeth, and forming about the prisoners, they marched them down to a platform that projected over the cliff and from the further end of which two ropes hung down.