I lay a
minute or two before I recovered sensation or knew anything about my
condition. It was supposed by all that I was killed, and, in a vague
way, I agreed that I must be killed; that my spirit was simply present
listening and seeing.

"Eaton had now got out of the wagon, and he started to run towards the
horses. Robinson and one or two others now turned and pursued him, and I
heard a shot or so. Robinson came back and I heard him say, 'I have shot
the ---- ---- ---- who drew a gun on me!'

"Then I heard the Hugoton men talking and declaring that they must have
the fifth man of our party, whom they had not yet found. At this time,
old man Haas and his sons came and stood near where I was and saw me
looking up. The former, seeing that I was not dead, asked me where I
had been shot. 'They have shot my arm off,' I answered him. At this
moment I heard the Hugoton men starting toward me, and I dropped back
and feigned death. Haas did not betray me. The Hugoton men now lit
matches and peered into the faces of their victims to see if they were
dead. I kept my eyes shut when the matches were held to my face, and
held my breath.

"They finally found Wilcox, I do not know just where, but they stood him
up within fifteen feet of where I was lying feigning death. They asked
Wilcox what he had been doing there, and he replied that he had just
been down on the Strip looking around.

"'That's a damned lie!' replied Robinson, the head executioner. As he
spoke, he raised his Winchester and fired. Wilcox fell, and as he lay he
moaned a little bit, as I heard:

"'Put the fellow out of his misery,' remarked Robinson, carelessly. Some
one then apparently fired a revolver shot and Wilcox became silent.

"Some one came to me, took hold of my foot, and began to pull me around
to see whether I was dead. Robinson wanted it made sure. Chamberlain, my
executioner, said, 'He's dead; I gave him a center shot. I don't need
shoot a man twice at that distance.' Either Chamberlain or some one else
took me by the legs, dragged me about, and kicked me in the side,
leaving bruises which were visible for many days afterwards. I feigned
death so well that they did not shoot me again. They did shoot a second
time each of the others who lay near me. We found seven cartridges on
the ground near where the killing was done. Eaton was shot at a little
distance from us, and I do not know whether he was shot more than once
or not.

"The haymakers were