The men took their places, awaiting the word from their leader.
The shepherd spoke softly to his companion, "Thank you, my boy." The giant began another desperate struggle.
Wash Gibbs, raising his hand, opened his lips to give the signal.
But no word came.

The brutal jaw dropped.

The ruffian's eyes fairly started from his head, while the men who held the ropes, stood as if turned to stone, as a long wailing cry came from the dark shadows under the bluff.

There was a moment of death-like silence.

Then another awful, sobbing groan, rising into a blood curdling scream, came from down the road, and, from the direction of the ruined cabin, advanced a ghostly figure.