That'll do, you can cut." "What!" exclaimed Percy, aghast, "aren't you going to hang him ?" "No, I must go.

You can finish the trial yourselves." As soon as the judge had quitted the bench, Percy mounted it, and proceeded to sum up.
"You're a nice article, you are," said he, addressing the prisoner--"what do you mean by sneaking on my young brother, Wally, eh?
You'll get it hot for that, I can tell you.

You're to be hanged, drawn, and quartered; then you're to be kicked all round our side; then you're to be ducked in the river; then you're to kneel down and lick every chap's boots; then you're to be executed; then you're to be burnt alive; then you're to write out fifty Greek verbs; then you're-- Hallo, who's there?
Come in! what do you want ?" This abrupt curtailment of the prisoner's doom was occasioned by a modest tap at the door; probably some belated witness come to add his evidence to the rest, "Come in, can't you ?" repeated Percy.
Whereupon the door opened with a swing, and in rushed Wally, D'Arcy, Ashby, and three or four other Classic fags.

How they had got wind of the capture of their man it would be hard to say; but now they had come to fetch him.
The only thing visible in Percy's room for several minutes was dust--out of which proceeded yells, and howls, and recriminations which would have done credit to Pandemonium.

As the cloud rolled by, the Classics might be seen in a firm phalanx, with their man in the middle, backing on to the door.