Arizona Round-Up — page 120: what you’re looking at

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118 WILLIAM HOPSON building where the ropes with their ominous hangman’s nooses swayed and twisted. And thus Jed Haraway was enabled to return to his cabin unseen. He dismounted and went inside as Tex rode a circle and came in among the trees a bit south and to the east of the Pound. Presently Jed Haraway came out again, carrying a heavy caliber, single-shot .45-70 rifle. He looked toward where four men, hands shackled behind their backs, were being marched down the slope from the jail. He swung up to his horse’s back, looked up at the corner windows of the wrecked Pheasant and sorrowfully shook his head. Then he rode away. And three hundred yards to the south Tex Burnett had dis- mounted. He gauged the distance, wet a finger, held it up to see which way the wind was blowing, and carefully adjusted the rear sights on the big rifle. Chapter Twenty-five WELVE BIG husky miners had volunteered to do the job that had to be done. It was obvious they took no pleasure in the grim business. The four men were pushed up in front of the tall packing crates. On the bottom of each one had been nailed a short length of rope. Strong hands boosted up four men, and while husky miners steadied the crates another man mounted and began ad- justing the nooses around the necks of the prisoners, snugging the hangman’s knots up under their left ears. Upjohn, half drunk now, cursed the pain in his shoulder. “Just git it over with quick,” he got out hoarsely. “We shore will. Anything you got to say?” . “No . . . just get it over with as quick as you can, that's all.” comicbooks.com