at all events; anything’s better than being taken hence to the place of execution, and hanged by the neck until you’re dead, all three of you in a row, and your bodies buried within the precincts of the prison!”
“The very thing for him,” murmured Santos. “The - very - theeng!”
“But I’m so soft-hearted,” I went insanely on, “that I should be sorry to see that happen to such fine fellows as you are. Come out of that, you little fraud behind there!” It was my betrayer skulking in the room. “Come
couldn’t have done any good, I know; but - I only wish he’d lived for us to hang him, Cole! Why, a beast like that is capable of anything: I wonder if you’ve told me the worst even now?” And he stood before me, with candid suspicion in his fine, frank eyes.
“What makes you say that?” said I, rather nettled.