"What does that bell mean?" I inquired.
"God help you man, it means you!" he cried. "The signal for the mob."
"What! To hang me?"
"Yes, and I can't help you."
"But you can turn me out. Open this door!"
"I can't do that, Sir. They would hang me. They are coming."
There were no cries outside. There was the heavy tramping of feet and a tap on the door as if a quiet visitor sought admission.
"Who is that?" the jailor demanded, walking slowly down the corridor.
"Open the door, Hill."
"But who is it?"