They might hang you.

Think up something else." Might hang us! Little he knew how closely he was crowding the facts.

I couldn't think up anything for the moment.

Then an idea struck me, and I started it along: "Send five hundred picked knights with Launcelot in the lead; and send them on the jump.

Let them enter by the southwest gate, and look out for the man with a white cloth around his right arm." The answer was prompt: "They shall start in half an hour." "All right, Clarence; now tell this lad here that I'm a friend of yours and a dead-head; and that he must be discreet and say nothing about this visit of mine." The instrument began to talk to the youth and I hurried away.
I fell to ciphering.