"My good sir, I object to be hung," he answered.
"It is useless to question that rascal," said the wounded man. "I will tell you all you want to know; but before we go any further it must be on one condition."
"We decline to accept conditions," was the reply.
"Then beware. I alone know where the young girl is concealed. Refuse my conditions and my secret dies with me."
"It is true," said Camotte, in answer to a look from Bright-eye.
"What are your conditions?" resumed the judge.
"My life, liberty, and three hours' start," said the outlaw; "also the company of my friend Camotte yonder," he added, with a sneer, as that individual shivered; "further, I require my horse, arms, and my valise. On these conditions you shall have the young girl: I swear it."
"Anything else?" continued the judge.
"One moment," observed George; "I ask for him eight days to recover from his wound, during which time he shall remain here under my guardianship and yours."
"We consent," said Bright-eye, gloomily; "now speak."