"No, he ain't worth wastin' good powder and lead on," was the response from another.
"That's so," said a third. "Let him swing and think about et while his speerit is workin' itself loose in ther shell."
"Come on; ther captain said come to ther cabin at oncet."
"Hooray! Good-by, Deadwood Dick!"
With whoop and yell they hastened from the scene of their dastardly outrage, and followed in the direction Captain Joaquin had taken.
Barely had they gone when a panting form sprang out of a crevice in the rocks.
It was Susana.
With a suppressed cry she ran to the tree with all speed, and with a single sweep of a keen knife severed the rope.
Deadwood Dick dropped to the ground heavily, all limp and apparently lifeless, and the young woman was at his side instantly, her eager fingers at work at the noose.
It was quickly loosened and removed.