"I am—am not afraid," I whispered. "I mean to bear myself without fear. I shall speak to you when—we are ready. You shall see I am not afraid. Will they pray, Jack?"
"When? Now?"
"No, to-morrow."
"They will say a prayer on the gallows, lad."
"Will they take off our chains?"
"No."
"How—how long shall we hang?"
"A long time, lad."
"Could anybody know our features?"