Bunton refused to make any answer to the charges made against him. No doubt was entertained of his guilt. The vote on his case, taken by the uplifted hand, was unanimous for his execution. The captain informed him of it. “If you have any business to attend to, you had better intrust it to some one, as we cannot be delayed here.” Bunton immediately gave his gold watch to his partner Cooke, and appropriated his other property to the payment of his debts. He had gambled for and won the interest in the saloon from its former owner a fortnight before this time. Having thus disposed of his affairs, he was conducted to the gate of a corral near, surmounted by a gallows-frame, beneath which a board laid upon two boxes served the purpose of a drop. While the hangman was adjusting the rope, he gave him particular instructions about the exact situation of the knot. This being fixed to suit him, he said to the captain, “May I jump off myself?” “You can if you wish,” was the reply. “I care no more for hanging,” said Bunton, “than I do for taking a drink of water; but I should like to have my neck broken.” On being asked if he had anything further to say, he replied, “Nothing, except that I have done nothing to deserve death. I am innocent. All I want is a mountain three hundred feet high to jump from. And now I will give you the time; one—two—three.” The men were prepared to pull the plank from under him should he fail to jump, but he anticipated them, and, adding the words, “Here goes,” he leaped and fell with a loud thud, dying without a struggle. “Tex” was separately tried. The evidence being insufficient to convict him, he was liberated, and left immediately for the Kootenai mines. Mrs. Demorest, the wife of the owner of the corral, was so greatly outraged by the use made of the gate frame that she gave her husband no peace until the poles were cut down, and the frame entirely unfitted for further use as a gallows.