Arizona Round-Up — page 122: what you’re looking at

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120 WILLIAM HOPSON footer. Finally a man stepped forward. It was the little fellow who had acted 'as defense counsel. He took off his hat, revealing a bald head, and dropped to his knees, head bowed. Not a man in that'street that afternoon failed to remove his hat as the little fellow begged the Lord to have mercy on Sandy and the others when they came up before Him. The little man finished, rose, and Pearson nodded. The crate went tumbling . . . and a horri- fied gasp came from the crowd. The rope was too long! Sandy weighed more than two hundred pounds and stood six feet and more. His huge body snapped down hard against the knot, the rope stretched, and Sandy’s feet were just touching the ground! He writhed, and strangling sounds came from him. Dirt flew out from beneath his booted feet as they scraped the ground, toes touching. An inch or two more and Sandy would have had solid enough footing to release the pressure. Now he hung, with those horrible choking sounds emanating from his throat. His eyes bulged and rolled until the whites showed. A woman screamed and turned her back. “Do somethin’!” roared a voice from the crowd. “He’s guilty but he ain’t supposed to die that way.” | A man did something. The one who had jerked the crate away leaped forward and dropped to his knees. He bent Sandy’s knees, got a good grip around them, and began to pull down hard. There was a snapping sound that told of a cracked verte- bra and Sandy's figure hung lax, his feet now touching the round. : Bud Bailey didn’t wait. He kicked the crate from beneath himself and went down hard. Of the three he was the quickest to die. Only Lance Haraway stood alone, swallowing convulsively, his face now as white with fear as Sandy's had been. Pearson stepped before him, feet braced, a sardonic smile that was almost a sneer on his handsome face. “Anything to say—” he began, and never finished. From somewhere in the distance came the spiteful roar of a rifle, the flat report rolling up and down the length of the gulch and rocking away into the distance among the evergreen trees. Lance’s body slammed backward and spun completely around. comicbooks.com