"Merry-andrew! to-morrow, by this hour, you and your wolf must have left England. If not, the wolf will be seized, carried to the register office, and killed."
Ursus thought, "More murder!" but he breathed not a syllable, and was satisfied with trembling in every limb.
"You hear?" said the justice.
Ursus nodded.
The justice persisted,—
"Killed."
There was silence.
"Strangled, or drowned."
The justice of the quorum watched Ursus.
"And yourself in prison."