A shout came from without, in Pedro’s voice:
“Come out—come out!”
Expecting Indians, all rushed out but Sam and Mr. Wheeler, the former being disabled by the bullet of the Trailer, which had passed through his arm, though not breaking it. When they arrived outside they found the Mexican glowering over the ex-robber, who had recovered his senses, and was now scowling upon the party. The blow from the rifle had not proved a very forcible one, as a large “bunch” on his head was the only sign of it.
“Now he has recovered, we will shoot him at once!” and Pedro’s eyes sparkled.
“Ay, ay—take him out!” was the unanimous cry.
The Trailer scowled.
All of these men had seen “Judge Lynch,” and many had assisted him. Following the order of the age, they did not hesitate, but proceeded at once to business.
They took him from the hillock, from the side of the savage he had slain, and among other red corpses scattered about they placed him upon his feet. He immediately lay down.
“Get up!” commanded Pedro, who was the acknowledged chief.
The robber only scowled in reply.