... Hear to Jack Rangsley . Hear to him ! ” There was a silence . I saw a hand light
a torch at the lanthorn , and the crowd of faces , the muddle of limbs , the horses '
heads , and the quiet trees above , flickered into sight . " Don't let them hang me ...
Don't let them hang me , Jack Rangsley , " I sobbed . “ You know I'm no spy . Don'
t let ' em hang me , Jack . ” He rode his horse up to me , and caught me by the
collar . “ Hold your tongue , ” he said roughly . He began to make a set speech ...
They would hang any undesirable man , like these runners , whom it would make
too great a stir to murder outright , over the edge of a low bank , and swear to him
that he was clawing the brink of Shakespeare's Cliff or any other hundred - foot ...
And it's a hanging job , too ? But it's no affair of mine . " He stopped and reflected
for an instant . I could feel Carlos ' eyes upon us , looking out of the thick
darkness . A slight rustling came from the corner that hid Castro . “ She passes
... high soul - could put up with the squalid ferocity with which I credited Castro . It
seemed to hang in the air round the grotesque raggedness of the saturnine
brown man . Carlos had made Spain too hot to hold him in those tortuous
intrigues of ...
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