Here's a flattish log now on top.

Git up and sit on the fence, sister." While she struggled in custody another group of dark figures came suddenly at a swinging trot round the dark outline of one of the nearer houses.

They brought with them the same kind of lurid torch and a smoking kettle or cauldron carried between two.

The foremost among them were also carrying the body of a man, whether dead or alive she could not see.

When he was thrown upon the ground he moved and spoke.