“Examining into your devilish work.”
“Are they dead?”
“Yes; deader than hell.”
“All right. Hayward is avenged. Good night.” And the sentinel horsemen rode off with a parting wave of their hands.
The Lynching of Woodruff and Seminole at Golden.
As the main body of men left the scene of the lynching, they fired a farewell shot from their pistols, and as their number was variously estimated at from one hundred to a hundred and fifty, it made quite a volley.