The result was tremendous.
Pomp let out a yell that could have been heard a mile away.
He grabbed the chair and that sealed his fate.
He could not let go.
Yells burst from his lips and he indulged in the wildest of contortions.
For a full minute he gave way to these sensations while the current lasted.
“Help! help! I’se done killed. Jes’ sabe dis chile! De good Lor’ hab massy on me!”
Like a veritable contortionist was the paralyzed darky.
But his agony could not last forever.
His mad efforts to release himself caused the chair to break free from the wire.