...eous 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. Davidson was trying to close the door of his hotel, when Vasquez, noticing his movement, raised his gun, and brought the poor in...