Captain Dash grasped the man’s hand, and then called out:
“Men, once more I ask it: spare this brave man’s life.”
A hoarse, low, stern answer came from back in the shadow:
“No!”
The leader bowed his head a moment, but quickly recovering himself, called out in stern tones:
“Are you ready?”
A low assent came from the darkness beyond.
“One! two! three! fire!”
Six revolvers flashed together, and without a moan Poker Dick fell.