It is very terrible, all that about the excesses of the mob and their mad hatred of the nobility and gentry--_A bas les aristocrates_! and their cry, _A la lanterne_! Yes: very terrible those ruthless executions with the lanthorn and the rope.

But now, please, I have finished that compound equation.

Pray go on with yours." The two lads bent down now earnestly to their work, and with a little help mastered the puzzle which had seemed hopeless a short time before.
Then the rest of the morning glided away rapidly, and Vince hurried off home to his midday dinner, after a word or two about meeting, which was to be at the side of the dwarf-oak wood, to which each was to make his way so as not to excite attention, and in case, as Vince still believed, Daygo really was keeping an eye upon their movements.
"I thought as much," said Vince aloud, as he reached the appointed place, with a good-sized creel in his hand, the hammer and crowbar being in a belt under his jersey, like a pair of hidden weapons.

"I'd go by myself if I had the rope." "And lanthorn," said Mike, raising his head from where he had been lying hidden in a clump of heather.
"Hullo, then!" cried Vince joyously.

"I didn't see you there.