"The weather will change them. Have you never seen a cross-roads gibbet?"
"No. Have you?"
"Yes, lad."
After a silence I said, "I hope no one will know me."
He did not reply; the candle-flame in the dripping socket swayed in icy draughts from the wicket; the Spaniards muttered and moaned and cried like sick children; the Englishman stood in silence, staring at the windows through which he could not see.
Presently he came over to our corner. We had never before spoken to him, nor he to us, but now Mount looked up with a ghost of a smile and nodded.
"It's all behind that window," said the Englishman, jerking his thumb over his shoulder; "we'll know all about it this time to-morrow. Is the young one with you afraid?"
"Not he," said Mount.
The Englishman sat down on his haunches.
"What do you suppose it is?" he asked.