"That's so. Death to him, boys; death to Deadwood Dick! Where is the rope?"
"Hold on," spoke up the young woman, who had leaped to her feet at the shout from the cliff. "You promised him his life, Joaquin."
"If he came to my terms, yes, but he did not do that. He is our foe, Susana, and he must die. The world is not wide enough to hold us and him, after this night's work."
"That's so," shouted the men. "Death to Deadwood Dick!"
"Hang him," said the captain.
Dick was jerked upon his feet roughly, and his hands were speedily tied behind his back.
Mean time the young woman had thrown herself upon her knees before Captain Joaquin, pleading for his life, reminding him of the chance Dick had given him for his.
"Get up, fool!" the Red Rover sternly ordered. "Have you taken leave of your senses? Let him escape, and we are done for. No, he dies, here and now, and no more fooling about it. Get up, I say, and do not anger me against yourself, Susana!"
"But your promise," she reminded, rising.
"That for it," with a snap of the fingers.