It jerked me toward him about a yard, as he came down smash! on his feet.

I held with all my might, but he was too heavy--and falling that way.

So he went to trying to fix some other plan, and I told him the sensible thing to do would be for him to hang me, because he'd be strong enough to hold me and I could tell him how it felt just as well.

So we fixed me up like we had him, and when Leon got the rope stretched, he wrapped it twice around the apple tree so it wouldn't jerk him as it had me, and when he said "Ready," I stepped from the barrel.

The last thing I heard was Leon telling me to say when I was hanged enough.