"How did they kill him?" asked one of the girls. "Did they punch him on the head?"
"Or cut his throat?" asked Bill.
"Joe!" called one of the girls, "I'll light the lantern, and we'll all go."
"Aye!" said the father, "these sort o' things don't happen but once in a lifetime."
"I wouldn't be out of seeing it for nuthin'," said the mother.
"Did he die sudden like or take a long time about it?"
"I suppose they'll inquitch him," said one of the girls.
"There'll be some hanging come o' this," said one of the boys.
"Oh, my! There will be goings on," said the mother. "Dear life,
I may never have such a chance again. Stay for me, Betsy Anne.
I'm going to put on my clogs."
"Mother, I ain't agoing to wait for your clogs."
"Why not? He won't run away."