a letter in the post bag. On entering he was seized.
“ Lie down!”
glanced around, but five or six revolvers met his gaze.
“Lie down,” exclaimed Moreno
, “or we'll blow the top of your poll off!”
was tied and covered like the rest.
The rifling then began.
Goods, clothes, and even meats, were put into sacks and tied up, ready to be flung across the mules.
attended to the stable and the barn.
A shot was heard, and then a cry of pain, but no one knew on whom the bolt had fallen.
No man dared to rise.
A second shot was heard, followed by a piteous wail, and every one knew that blood was being shed.
A moan came through the door; but not a soul could lift the cover from his face.
Vasquez had shot one man named Hill
, a second man named Radford
They were strangers, but the colour of their skin was an offence.
was trying to close the door of his hotel, when Vasquez, noticing his movement, raised his gun, and brought the poor innkeeper to the ground.
never spoke again.
Then turning to the teamster Haley
, Vasquez said to him, “ Lie down!”