"Well, I don't believe it.

I don't believe you have either of you the pluck to go through life with the fear of the rope round your neck every minute.

But if I am indeed a condemned man.
I ought to have my privileges.

Give me a cigarette, one of you, for God's sake." Forrest took out his gold case and threw him a couple of cigarettes.
Then he struck a match and passed it over.
"Smoke, by all means," he said.

"Listen! In five minutes we are going to throw you from the seaward end of this place, down into the cove or creek, or whatever they call it.