“Cuss ye, I kin tell ye that ye’ll never succeed. Ye’re in my grip now, an’ yer fate will be the same as has overtaken every man heretofore who has tried the same game. That’s death.”
Frank gazed unflinchingly at Mason.
“Very well,” he said, coldly. “I am not afraid to die.”
“Look yonder!”
Mason pointed to the Death Valley.
“No man who ever goes in there comes out alive,” he declared.
“Well, what of it?”
“That’s where I’m going to send you.”
The villain laughed in a fiendish way. He motioned to his men.
“Bring ’em along to the edge, boys,” he cried. “We’ll soon end the argument.”