One of the prisoners came up; his pale and suffering expression painfully affected the Count, who could not bear the sight of this barbarous tragedy, which to Hesso was a mere pastime.
"Bring up your contribution," said the headsman; "what a face the scoundrel has! he trembles, and his teeth chatter with fear."
A dull sound was heard, followed by a plaintive groan.
"One!" said the executioner, as he threw the hand on one side; "look what a baby-paw it is!"
The assistants joined in their chiefs laugh, as they saw the mutilated wretch faint with pain.
"Never mind!" said Hesso, coolly; "if he bleeds to death, we shall be sure that he won't try this business again."
"One moment, sir! Will you allow me a moment's conversation with the prisoners?" asked Erwin.
"What for?" was the reply, and the headsman stared angrily at the Count.
"As you have yourself told me, the besieged are in the habit of sending out to escort these convoys; perhaps I may gain some useful information which will decide the Emperor to adopt some more energetic measures!"
"Three!" cried Hesso.