f they are the same we can be
sure."

"That's right," added the blacksmith. "That'd be proof enough. Let's
move out."

They knotted their huge handkerchiefs and bound his arms at the elbows
and then his hands at the wrists, and started him forward. He fought
at first, but on being prodded sharply with the muzzle of a gun moved
sullenly in their midst along the trail he had so lately come over.
They trudged in a harsh silence, save now and then when he tried to
persuade them of his innocence, only to convince them further that he
lied. Their return was made much faster than their coming, for now
they had no need to seek a trail, nor to walk in a mountain stream.
They forged ahead rapidly under the direction of the runner who had
been in that part of the mountains before, and yet it was almost dusk
when they came down the hill above the great wreck. They led him to
the big heap of broken masonry and then ordered him to sit down. He
had to be thrown from his feet, after which they removed his shoes,
and while two of them stood guard over him the others descended to the
edge of the wall and found the clear-cut prints which had been first
noted that morning and which, trailed, had led to his capture. They
struck matches to be certain that there was no mistake and bent over
while Rogers carefully pressed one of the shoes into the mud beside
that first imprint. They were undoubtedly the same. He then fitted the
shoe into that track, and all further proof was unnecessary. Grimly
they passed back to where Wolff was being guarded.

"Well, boys," said Rogers, gravely, "this is the man! There isn't a
doubt of it. Now you all know who he is, what his past has been, what
he has done here, and I want to get your ideas what should be done
with him."

The smith stepped forward and took off his hat. It was as if he knew
that he were the one to impose a death sentence.

"There ain't but one thing for the likes of him. That's hangin'," he
declared, steadily. "I vote to hang him. Here and now, across the end
of the dam he shot out."

He stepped back into the closely drawn circle. Rogers faced man after
man, calling the name of each. There was no dissenting voice. The
verdict was unanimous. So certain had been the outcome that one of
their number had started along the pipe line to the wreck of the
power-house for a rope before ever they compared the imprints of the
telltale shoes, and now, almost by the time they had cast their
ball