"Don't be afraid; tell us all that you see." "Well, then, they've put the Cure between two great boards that squeeze his legs, and there are cords round the boards." "Ah! that is the rack," said one of the townsmen.

"Look again, my little friend, what do you see now ?" The child, more confident, looked again through the window, and then, withdrawing his head, said: "I can not see the Cure now, because all the judges stand round him, and are looking at him, and their great robes prevent me from seeing.

There are also some Capuchins, stooping down to whisper to him." Curiosity attracted more people to the boy's perch; every one was silent, waiting anxiously to catch his words, as if their lives depended on them.
"I see," he went on, "the executioner driving four little pieces of wood between the cords, after the Capuchins have blessed the hammer and nails.

Ah, heavens! Sister, how enraged they seem with him, because he will not speak.

Mother! mother! give me your hand, I want to come down!" Instead of his mother, the child, upon turning round, saw only men's faces, looking up at him with a mournful eagerness, and signing him to go on.