Arizona Round-Up — page 113: what you’re looking at

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ARIZONA ROUNDUP 111 neck until dead, and may God have mercy on your soul. The man known only as Sandy: Guilty as charged. To be hanged by the neck until dead, and may God have mercy on your soul.” - His words had become almost a drone. “The man Upjohn, known as Up: Guilty as charged: To be hanged by the neck until dead, and may God have mercy on your soul. Jed Haraway, alias Hole-Card Pete:” This was what the crowd had been waiting for, and in that audience of some three hundred people a pin could have been heard dropping. Gardner looked over at the prisoner, still puffing calmly on his pipe. “Evidence offered in your case is slightly extenuating, said evidence possibly presented in an effort to win sympathy from the crowd. But the evidence offered has not and cannot be veri- fied. We have only the word of the witness. Also, we have the defendant's own testimony to the fact that he warned, or attempted to warn the others to escape, which makes him equally guilty. Therefore this court sentences you to be hanged by the neck until dead, and may God have merey on your soul. Sentences will be carried out within the hour.” It was over. Gardner left his high seat and stepped down. He bent over Pearson's table, presumably to look at notes. What he did was to whisper in Pearson’s ear. “Wait until they've finished with the job, then have your vigilantes hit the Pheasant with picks, shovels, and axes. One sight of those crooked dice and they'll tear it to shreds. We can replace the gaming equipment after she’s gone and its open again. Equal pardners.” _ “Right,” nodded the other. “And allow me to congratulate you, Luke. You should have been a judge.” Gardner's chiseled features relaxed into a thin smile. “I am . a judge of men.” The marshals and guards started leading the prisoners away; back to the jail until the ropes could be fixed. Pearson sent a man to a store for one hundred feet of new Manila. And the crowd, as though drawn by some strange magnet from behind, turned their backs to the Pound and pushed across the street and began to surround the framework of the big new building; eyeing the joists and heavy four-by-four rafters of newly sawed comicbooks.com