Men were adjusting ropes about their necks. “Before you hang us,” said Bridge quietly, “would you mind explaining just what we're being hanged for—it's sort of comforting to know, you see.”
“Thet's right,” spoke up one of the crowd. “Thet's fair. We want to do things fair and square. Tell 'em the charges, an' then ask 'em ef they got anything to say afore they're hung.”
This appealed to the crowd—the last statements of the doomed men might add another thrill to the evening's entertainment.
“Well,” said the man who had searched them. “There might o' been some doubts about you before, but they aint none now. You're bein' hung fer abductin' of an' most likely murderin' Miss Abigail Prim.”
The boy screamed and tried to interrupt; but Jeb Case placed a heavy and soiled hand over his mouth. The spokesman continued. “This slicker admitted he was The Oskaloosa Kid, 'n' thet he robbed a house an' shot a man las' night; 'n' they ain't no tellin' what more he's ben up to. He tole Jeb Case's Willie 'bout it; an' bragged on it, by gum. 'Nenny way we know Paynter and Abigail Prim was last seed with this here Oskaloosa Kid, durn him.”
“Thanks,” said Bridge politely, “and now may I make my final statement before going to meet my maker?”
“Go on,” growled the man.
“You won't interrupt me?”
“Naw, go on.”
“All right! You damn fools have made up your minds to hang us. I doubt if anything I can say to you will alter your determination for the reason that if all the brains in this crowd were collected in one individual he still wouldn't have enough with which to weigh the most obvious evidence intelligently, but I shall present the evidence, and you can tell some intelligent people about it tomorrow.