The five men stood in the cart together, with their eyes cast down; and each, I think, absolved his neighbour.

The crowd about kept pretty quiet, only murmuring together; and cried no more insults at them.

I, too, did my best to pray with them and for them; but my horse was restless, and I had some ado to keep him quiet.

After a good while, Mr.Sheriff How spoke to them again.
"Pray aloud, gentlemen, that we may join with you.

We shall do you no hurt if we do you no good." They said nothing to that; and he spoke again, with some sharpness.
"Are you ashamed of your prayers ?" Still they did not speak; and he turned on Father Gavan.
"Why, Mr.Gavan," he said, "it is reported that you did preach in the Quakers' meeting-house." The priest opened his eyes.
"No, sir," he said, "I never did preach there in all my life." It was very solemn and dreadful to wait there while they prayed; for they were at it again for twenty minutes, I should judge, and no more interruptions from Mr.How, who, I think, was a shade uneasy.