"I told no falsehood on her.

Go to your friend Hugh Price, and if he will speak the truth, he will say I spoke no falsehood." Again Stevens was seen talking with the sheriff; but he shook his head with the inexorable: "The judgment of the court--the judgment of the court." Stevens turned away with a look of disappointment on his face.

The sight of him seemed to increase the anger of Ann Linkon, and she railed and struggled until, exhausted, she panted for breath.

The sheriff fanned her with his hat until she had partially cooled; but as soon as she regained her breath, she began again: "It's a merry sight to you all to watch an old woman.

Verily, I wish Satan would rend you limb from limb, all of ye." "Go to! hold your peace, Ann!" said the sheriff.
"I will not," she screamed, the froth appearing upon her lips.
"Then you shall be plunged hot." "I care not." "It may be your death." "That's what ye want." "We don't." "Ye lie, ye wretch!" "Ann, I will duck you the full sentence if you don't hold your peace." "You are a wretch!" she screamed.
The sheriff at this moment motioned the crowd to stand back and gave the signal to his two assistants, who went to the other end of the pole and seized the rope dangling there.
"You are a white-livered wretch!" the scold again yelled.