Dr.Zackland cut off the hair in the neighborhood of the wound in the rear of Belton's head and began cutting the skin, trying to trace the bullet.

Belton did not wince.
"The nigger is dead or else he would show some sign of life.

But I will try pricking his palm." This was done, but while the pain was exceedingly excruciating, Belton showed no sign of feeling.

"You may go now," said the doctor to his three attendants, "he is certainly dead." The men left.

Dr.Zackland pulled out his watch and said: "It is now 10 o'clock.