Bob stepped forward.
“Bob Rock, or by whatever other name you may be known, are you guilty or not guilty of this man’s death?”
“Guilty!” replied Bob, in a low tone.
“Gentlemen of the jury, will you be pleased to give your verdict?”
The jury left the room. In ten minutes they returned.
“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.”