A group of men and women stood near it; a policeman was stationed at each side of the door.
Occasionally men carrying large iron bars and wooden posts passed out. These, planted in the ground, were formed into a barrier that the mob might be kept at a certain distance from the scene of execution.
Gradually the group in front of the yard increased into a crowd.
As at every quarter of an hour the church bell gave forth its solemn notes they clung closer together, and peered over each other’s shoulders into that black space from which indefinite sounds were raised and which was guarded so vigilantly by its two sentinels.
They heard the noise of wheels and cried joyfully—
“It’s coming! it’s coming!”
But they became silent as, drawn by three horses, a strange vehicle passed them.
It was a large square cart of enormous size, upon four low, broad wheels. It was painted black.
It passed slowly up the street, and halted before a small door which opened from the prison into the street.
From the interior of the prison sprang three men in their short sleeves. They dragged with them a huge pole, and erected it towards heaven.