Punch. Oh, no; I’ll never move.
J. Ketch (about to put his head through the loop, noticing a little movement in Punch, says) Ah, you moved.
Punch. Oh, no; I never moved.
J. Ketch. Now, Mr. Punch, you see my head, and you see this loop. Put it in so. (putting his head through the noose.)
Punch. And pull it tight—so! (he pulls the rope forcibly down, and hangs Jack Ketch) Huzza! Huzza!
J. Ketch (wriggling his arms and body vigorously about). Golly, golly, Mr. Punch, what are you doing? Leave go the end of that rope.
Punch. Not if I knows it. I say, old boy, how do you feel? (Ketch ceases his struggling, and dies. Punch leaves his body hanging and calls) Joey! Joey!
Enter Joey.
Joey. Why, Massa Punch, ye have been and hung the sheriff.
Punch. I know it. He wanted to hang me, and so I hung him.