I saw Mr.Sheriff How among them, who was to see execution done; but I did not observe these very closely, since I was looking for the Jesuits.
Mr.Harcourt came first into the sunlight that was at the head of the steps; and at the sight of him I was moved very deeply; for he was an old man with short white hair, very thick, and walked with a stick with his other hand in some fellow's arm.

A great rustle of talk began when he appeared, and swelled into a roar, but he paid no attention to it, and came down, smiling and looking to his steps.

Next came Mr.
Whitbread; and at the sight of him I was as much affected as by the old man; for I had spoken with him so often.

He too walked cheerfully, first looking about him resolutely as he came out at all the faces turned up to his; and at him too was even a greater roaring, for the people thought him to be at the head of all the conspiracy.

He was pinioned loosely with cords, but not so that he could not lift his hands (and so were the other three that followed), and a fellow held the other end of the cord in his hand.