I need not now recapitulate your crimes.

You have had a fair and open trial by court-martial, such as our law directs.

Have you anything to say why sentence of death should not be passed upon you in accordance with the judgment ?" Old Silas looked up with flashing eyes, and shook back his fringe of white hair like a lion at bay.
"I have nothing to say.

If you will do murder, do it, black-hearted villain that you are! I might point to my grey hairs, to my murdered servant, to my home that took me ten years to build--destroyed by you! I might tell you how I have been a good citizen and lived peaceably and neighbourly in the land for more than twenty years--ay, and done kindness after kindness to many of you who are going to butcher me in cold blood! But I will not.

Shoot me if you will, and may my death lie heavy on your heads.