"Guilty!" said the foreman.
"Bob Rock," said the judge solemnly, "your fellow-citizens have found you guilty; and I pronounce the sentence—that you be hung by the neck until you are dead. The Lord be merciful to your soul!"
"Amen!" said all present.
"Thank ye," murmured Bob.
"We will seal up the property of the deceased," said the judge, "and then proceed to our painful duty."
He called for a light, and he and the procurador and corregidors sealed up the papers and money.
"Has any one aught to allege why the sentence should not be put in execution?" said the Alcalde, with a glance at me.
"He saved my life, judge and fellow-citizens," cried I, deeply moved.
Bob shook his head mournfully.
"Let us go, then, in God's name," said the judge.