Trimble glanced through a paragraph or two, and then pointing to a boy, one of the least sharp in the class, said,—
“Now, Walker, what happened after Monmouth’s death?”
“Oh, if you please, sir, a cruel judge, called Jeffreys, condemned—”
“That will do. You, Rosher, how many people did he condemn to death?”
“More than three hundred, sir,” answered Freddy promptly.
“What for, Bacon?”
“Because they helped Monmouth.”
Trimble felt perplexed. He never had a class that answered like this. He tried once more.
“Pridger, what else did he do?”
“He had 849 transported, sir.”