The interior of the fortress was lighted by three big ceiling lamps. The portholes by the door were shielded from the light by screens. Four men, each with two rifles, stood guard there. That door was the only entrance to the fortress. It was formidable in its metal-studded oak. The Lava Gang were convinced that, before the attackers could batter it down, they could annihilate them by pouring a stream of lead through the portholes. They were supremely confident in their impregnable position. Three men sat at a table and faced Judge Ransom. The Yuma Kid, Baldy, and several other men lounged against a near-by wall. One of these wore his hat pulled down over his eyes and a handkerchief over his face. He kept to the shadows and did not speak. The judge wondered why he wanted to conceal his identity. The man in the center of the trio at the table laughed heavily, but there was no mirth in his laughter; it sounded more like the snarl of an animal than anything human. "Judge, maybe I better explain, so you'll understand just how serious we are. Did you ever hear of Jean Napoleon? He was a direct descendant of the great Napoleon. He called himself _le Diable à Cheval_." The judge had heard of him, and heard of his terrible cruelty. He nodded. "Then let me start with myself. You have known me as Francisco Garcia. My real name is Francisco Napoleon. He was my father. The gentleman here on my right, you have known as Bill Anderson, is my brother, Richard Napoleon. On my left you have Mac Kennedy, otherwise Cupid Dart; he also is my brother--Thomas Napoleon. We have a fourth brother; can you guess who he is?" the big, toadlike man asked. Puzzled, wondering, the judge shook his head. "You sentenced him to be hung--Pete Cable." The Toad's face was mottled with fury; his large, protruding eyes were bloodshot. The judge recoiled from the hate he saw there. "You understand now we are serious. We will go to any length to save our brother and to avenge him," the Toad growled. Bewildered by these revelations, the judge remained silent for a moment, but when he spoke his voice was steady. "I have nothing more to say. Pete Cable was a murderer, tried and convicted as such. To save my own life, I will certainly not turn him loose," he said quietly. "Judge, be sensible. We will surely hang you, if you refuse, and there are some things worse than death. Things that make a man want to die, make him beg for death," Bill Anderson said calmly. The judge shuddered. Anderson's very calmness was far more terrifying than the Toad's animallike rage. He knew these men were not bluffing, and he had no hope that his friends outside would be able to save him. Yet never for a moment did he consider weakening. He would not turn a beast like Pete Cable loose on the world, in order to save his own life. He summoned his courage to face the ordeal and remained silent.