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I was being arrested. . . . “In the King's name. .” It was a most sudden catastrophe.
A hand was clutching my windpipe. “Don't you so much as squeak, Mr. Castro,” a
voice whispered in my ear. The lanthorn light suddenly died out, and I heard ...
The lanthorn light suddenly died out, and I heard whispers. “Get him out on to the
road. . . . I'll tackle the other . . . Darbies. . . . Mind his knife.” I was like a
confounded rabbit in their hands. One of them had his fist on my collar and jerked
me out ...
I heard him. Kemp he may be, but he spoke Spanish up there . . . and we've got
something for our trouble. He'll swing, I'll lay you a * > From far above us came a
shout, then a confused noise of voices. The moon began to get up; above the ...
It was impossible to make myself heard; a fist struck me on the cheek. “Gibbet 'em
,” somebody shrieked; “they hung my nephew 1 Gibbet 'em all the three. Young
Kemp's mother's a bad 'un. An informer he is. Up with 'em!” I was pulled down on
I heard some groans and a cry, “You won't murder us.” Then a nasal drawl, “We
will sure—ly.” Someone else, Rangsley, I think, called, “Bring 'em along—this
way now.” After a period of turmoil we seemed to come out of the crowd upon a
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