But the tar couldn't be found.

The man whom they had left lying by the roadside with a broken arm had carried the tar, and had been well coated with it himself in his fall.
"Ha-oop!" shouted Bill Day.

"Let's do somethin'.

Dog-on the arsony! Let's hang him as high as Dan'el." And with that the rope was thrown over Gottlieb's, neck and he was hurried off to the nearest tree.

The rope was then put over a limb, and a drunken half-dozen got ready to pull, while Norman Anderson adjusted the noose and valiant Bill Day undertook to keep off Mrs.Wehle.
"All ready! Pull up! Ha-oop!" shouted Bill Day, and the crowd pulled, but Mrs.Wehle had slipped off the noose again, and the volunteer executioners fell over one another in such a way as to excite the derisive laughter of Bill Day, who thought it perfectly ludikerous.