Yet Rafe Bodson did not waver.
"Gentlemen," he demanded coldly, "for what purpose did you bring these young fellows out here ?" "To lynch 'em!" came the hoarse murmur.
"Then go ahead and do it, like men," ordered Bodson.

"There are the trees.

You have your ropes, and your men are ready.

Remember, no cowardly treatment of young fellows whose hands are tied.

Go on with the lynching and get it over with!".