I do not think I am a coward, Tom, but I confess that the sight of those horrible instruments makes my blood run cold." "I feel with you, Ned.

Death itself were nothing; but to be torn, limb from limb, is something horrible." The day passed, without any visit being paid to them.

No food was brought in, and they were left, as if forgotten, by their jailors.
Thus they were unable to tell the hour and, as it was perfectly dark, it was by guesswork that they at last lay down to sleep on the damp stones.
Presently they were awoke by the tramp of numerous footsteps.

Then there was a tremendous battering at the door.
"What on earth are they doing ?" Ned exclaimed.

"Have they lost the key, and are they going to break open the door, and finish with us, now?
Get ready.