These, together with the feeling that they
were now the last men in the jail, so worked upon and stimulated the
besiegers, that in an incredibly short space of time they forced the
strong grate down below, which was formed of iron rods two inches
square, drove in the two other doors, as if they had been but deal
partitions, and stood at the end of the gallery with only a bar or two
between them and the cells.
'Halloa!' cried Hugh, who was the first to look into the dusky passage:
'Dennis before us! Well done, old boy. Be quick, and open here, for we
shall be suffocated in the smoke, going out.'
'Go out at once, then,' said Dennis. 'What do you want here?'
'Want!' echoed Hugh. 'The four men.'
'Four devils!' cried the hangman. 'Don't you know they're left for death
on Thursday? Don't you respect the law--the constitootion--nothing? Let
the four men be.'
'Is this a time for joking?' cried Hugh. 'Do you hear 'em? Pull away
these bars that have got fixed between the door and the ground; and let
us in.'
'Brother,' said the hangman, in a low voice, as he stooped under
pretence of doing what Hugh desired, but only looked up in his face,
'can't you leave these here four men to me, if I've the whim! You
do what you like, and have what you like of everything for your
share,--give me my share.
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