Van Dorn replied by opening the door of the room, where George was discovered, knife in hand. He surrendered without resistance, astonishing his captors by the utter indifference he manifested to the near approach of death. Walking with Pitt to the corral, he designated the horses he had stolen, and confessed his guilt. “I knew,” said he, “I should have to come to this sometime, but I thought I could run another season.” “There is no help for you, George,” said Pitt. “You must suffer the same fate as your companions in crime.” “I suppose I should be satisfied,” replied the ruffian, “that it is no worse.” He was conducted to the barn, where, a rope being cast over a beam, he was requested, in order to save the trouble of procuring a drop, to ascend the ladder. He complied without the least reluctance. After the preparations were completed, he said to his captors, “Gentlemen, I am not used to this business, never having been hung before. Shall I jump off, or slide off?” “Jump off, of course,” was the reply. “All right,” he exclaimed, “good-bye!” and leaped from the ladder, with the utmost _sang froid_. The drop was long, and the rope tender. As the strands untwisted, they parted, until finally one alone remained. Soon after the party which captured Zachary and Shears had left Hell Gate, intelligence was received there that William Graves (Whiskey Bill) was at Fort Owen in the Bitter Root Valley. Three men were sent immediately to arrest and execute him. He was armed and on the lookout, and had repeatedly sworn that he would shoot any Vigilante that came in his way. The party was too wary for him. He was first made aware of their presence, by a stern command to surrender, and a pistol at his heart. He made no resistance, and refused all confession. A rope was tied to the convenient limb of a tree, and the drop extemporized by placing the culprit astride of a strong horse, behind a Vigilante. When all was ready, the rider, exclaiming “Good-bye, Bill,” plunged the rowels into the sides of the horse, which leaped madly forward; the fatal noose swept the robber from his seat, breaking his neck by the shock, and killing him instantly. In the meantime, the trials of Carter, Skinner, and Cooper had resulted in the conviction of those ruffians, and they were severally condemned to die. Scaffolds were hastily prepared by placing poles over the fence of Higgins’s corral. Carter and Skinner were conducted to execution by torchlight, a little after the midnight succeeding their trial. Dry-goods boxes were used for drops. On their march to the place of execution, Skinner suddenly broke from his guard, and ran off, shouting, “Shoot! Shoot!” Not a gun was raised, but after a short chase in the snow the prisoner was secured, and led up to the scaffold. He made a second attempt to get away while standing on the box, but a rope was soon adjusted to his neck, and the leader said to him,