But I did so.
Then the hangman climbed once more into the cart, and, one by one with each, he adjusted the rope, and then pulled down the caps over their faces, beginning with Father Whitbread and ending with Father Fenwick.
Then he got down from the cart again; and the murmur rose once more to a roar.
I kept my eyes fixed upon the five, caring for nothing else; and even in that horrible instant my lips moved in the _De Profundis_ for their souls' easy passage.

Then I saw old Father Harcourt suddenly stagger, and then the rest staggered; and I saw that the cart was being pulled away.

And then all five of them were in the air together, beginning to twist to and fro; and I shut my eyes, for I could bear no more..