? ? ? ? Fred and Otto came forward, and stood looking down upon the outlaws, who were in the agonies of death.
? ? ? ? "It was our lives or theirs," said Fred coolly, for he had been long enough in Montana to become used to scenes of bloodshed.
? ? ? ? "Yes," answered Otto. "I think these two men are the notorious Dixon brothers who are credited with a large number of murders. The country will be well rid of them."
? ? ? ? Roderick turned his glazing eyes upon the tall miner. "I wish I had killed you," he muttered.
? ? ? ? "No doubt you do. It wouldn't have been your first murder."
? ? ? ? "Don't kill me, massa!" pleaded Caesar in tones of piteous entreaty.
? ? ? ? "I don't know," answered Fred. "That depends on yourself. If you obey us strictly we will spare you."
? ? ? ? "Try me, massa!"
? ? ? ? "You black hound!" said Roderick hoarsely. "If I were not disabled I'd kill you myself."
? ? ? ? Here was a new danger for poor Caesar, for he knew Roderick's fierce temper.
? ? ? ? "Don't let him kill me!" he exclaimed, affrighted.
? ? ? ? "He shall do you no harm.
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