Two or three by the wittiness of their answers amused the mob and were thereupon acquitted, the acquittals being greeted by the spectators as heartily as the sentences of death.
Victor and Harry were in the lowest gallery.

They stood back from the front, but between the heads of those before them they could see what was going on below.

Victor stood immovable, his face as pale as death.

His cap had fallen off, his hair was dank with perspiration, his eyes had a look of concentrated horror, his body shook with a spasmodic shuddering.

In vain Harry, when he once saw what was going to take place, urged him in a low whisper to leave.