"In the orchard," muttered Mount; "we can hang him with his own bridle."
We paused for an instant, gazing silently at the doomed man. Then Mount touched him on the shoulder.
At the voiceless summons he looked up at us as though stunned.
"You must hang," said Mount, gravely.
"Not that! No!" I stammered; "I can't do it! Give him a sword—give him something to fight with! Jack—I can't do it. I am not made that way!"
There was a touch on my arm; Silver Heels stood beside me.
"Let them deal with him," she murmured, "you cannot fight with him; there is no honour in him."
"No!—no honour in him!" I repeated.
He had risen, and now stood, staring vacantly at me.
"Damnation!" cried Mount, "are you going to let him loose on the world again?"