Many a time had the brothers paced their platform of rock, the criminal had fallen into a dose, and women and boys were murmuring that they must call home their kine and goats, and it was a shame to debar them of the sight of the hanging, long before Hans came back between crying and stammering, to say that Father Jodocus had fallen into so deep a study over his book, that he only muttered “Coming,” then went into another musing fit, whence no one could rouse him to do more than say “Coming! Let him wait.”
“I must go and bring him, if the thing is to be done,” said Friedel.
“And let it last all night!” was the answer. “No, if the man were to die, it should be at once, not by inches. Hark thee, rogue!” stirring him with his foot.
“Well, sir,” said the man, “is the hanging ready yet? You’ve been long enough about it for us to have twisted the necks of every Adlerstein of you all.”
“Look thee, caitiff!” said Ebbo; “thou meritest the rope as well as any wolf on the mountain, but we have kept thee so long in suspense, that if thou canst say a word for thy life, or pledge thyself to meddle no more with my lands, I’ll consider of thy doom.”
“You have had plenty of time to consider it,” growled the fellow.
A murmur, followed by a wrathful shout, rose among the villagers. “Letting off the villain! No! No! Out upon him! He dares not!”
“Dare!” thundered Ebbo, with flashing eyes. “Rascals as ye are, think ye to hinder me from daring? Your will to be mine? There, fellow; away with thee! Up to the Gemsbock’s Pass! And whoso would follow him, let him do so at his peril!”
The prisoner was prompt to gather himself up and rush like a hunted animal to the path, at the entrance of which stood both twins, with drawn swords, to defend the escape. Of course no one ventured to follow; and surly discontented murmurs were the sole result as the peasants dispersed. Ebbo, sheathing his sword, and putting his arm into his brother’s, said: “What, Friedel, turned stony-hearted? Hadst never a word for the poor caitiff?”
“I knew thou wouldst never do the deed,” said Friedel, smiling.