“Willingly, George; most willingly,” and, suiting the action to the word, the judge dropped upon his knees, and, with George and Gallagher kneeling beside him, offered up a fervent petition in behalf of the doomed men. Boone Helm was irritated at this request, and, raising his sore finger, exclaimed, “For God’s sake, if you’re going to hang me, I want you to do it, and get through with it; if not, I want you to tie a bandage on my finger.” While the prayer was in progress, Hayes Lyons requested that his hat should be removed. Frank Parish gave abundant evidence of deep contrition, but Boone Helm continued, as from the first, to treat all the proceedings with profane and reckless levity. Gallagher, at one moment cursing, and at the next crying, seemed the least composed of any of the prisoners. He wore a handsome cavalry overcoat, trimmed with beaver. “Give me that coat, Jack,” said Helm, as Gallagher rose from his knees. “You never yet gave me anything.” “It’s little use you’ll make of it now,” responded Gallagher with an oath, and, catching at the moment the eye of an acquaintance, who was regarding him from a window of the hotel, he called to him in a loud tone, “Say, old fellow, I’m going to heaven. I’ll be there in time to open the gate for you.” “Halloo, Bill!” said Boone Helm to one in the crowd, “they’ve got me this time; got me, sure, and no mistake.” Hayes Lyons begged of his captors the privilege of seeing his mistress. “Let me bid her good-bye and restore this watch to her, which is her property.” The request was refused, only to be repeated, and on being made a third time he received for answer, “Hayes! bringing women to the place of execution ‘played out’ in ’63, when they interfered with your trial for killing Dillingham.” The unhappy wretch ceased further importunity. When the arrangements at the scaffold were completed, the guard crossed the street, opened ranks, and the prisoners were conducted through into the building, each as he entered stepping upon one of the dry-goods boxes. Ranged side by side, Clubfoot George was first on the east side of the room; next to him was Hayes Lyons, then Jack Gallagher, then Boone Helm, and near the west wall Frank Parish. The area in front of them was occupied by the guard and the members of the Executive Committee. The two streets in front and at the side of the building were crowded with armed Vigilantes and spectators. The order being given to remove the hats of the prisoners, Clubfoot George, whose hands were loosely fastened, contrived to reach his hat, which he threw spitefully on the floor, the hats of the others being at the same time removed by the guard. After the nooses were adjusted, the chief of the Committee said to the prisoners, “You are now about to be executed. If you have any dying requests to make, this is your last opportunity. You may be assured they shall be carefully heeded.” Jack Gallagher broke in upon this address with a leer,