“What shall we do with him, Mr. Melville?” asked Jack. “He deserves to die.”
“Don't kill him! Bind him, and give him up to the authorities.”
“I hate to let him off so easy,” said Jack, but he did as Melville wished. But the colonel had a short reprieve. On his way to jail, a bullet from some unknown assailant pierced his temple, and Jerry Lane, the notorious road agent, died, as he had lived, by violence.
CHAPTER XXXVIII. CONCLUSION.
It had been the intention of George Melville to remain in Colorado all winter, but his improved health, and the tragic event which I have just narrated, conspired to change his determination.
“Herbert,” he said, when the business connected with the sale of the mine had been completed, “how would you like to go home?”
“With you?”
“Yes, you don't suppose I would remain here alone?”
“If you feel well enough, Mr. Melville, there is nothing I should like better.”