“Could we bribe you to let us go?” asked Frank.
“Not with a king’s ransom! Revenge to me is far sweeter than gold. I’ll have no mercy! Aim, boys, and when I count three, fire at them together!”
He stepped aside.
Frank gave up all hope.
Death now seemed a moral certainty.
The grim array of weapons was turned upon them and the brutal captain cried:
“One!”
Then there was a pause.
“Two!”