For a third time the fool was dropped, and drawn up, now, a short three feet from the ground.
This time he did not so much as scream.

He hung there, dangling at the rope's end, his mouth all bloody, his face ghastly in its glistening pallor, and of his eyes naught showing save the whites.

He hung there, and moaned piteously and incessantly.

Martin glanced questioningly at Gian Maria, and his eyes very plainly inquired whether they had not better cease.

But Gian Maria paid no heed to him.
"Will that suffice you ?" he asked the fool.