"'Oh, Bill,' shrieked the condemned man, sinkin' on his knees before the ole man, 'I was—'
"'Stand up,' said Bill, ketchin' hold of him, an' jerkin' him to his feet. 'You were brave enough when you were killing my wounded father.'
"'Oh, Bill—'
"'With the tomahawk you killed my father, an' by the tomahawk you shall die.'
"'For mercy's sake, Bill,' again shrieked the terrified man, taking hold of a tree for support, 'hear me!'
"The tomahawk descended like a streak of light, and the last of the murderers sank at the ole man's feet. The eighth notch was added to those on the knife, an' the debt was canceled."