He was more surprised than hurt.

He stretched his eyes wide, and said: "What, wouldst have me let thee, of all men, escape and not hang with us, when thou'rt the very _cause_ of our hanging?
Go to!" "Go to" was their way of saying "I should smile!" or "I like that!" Queer talkers, those people.
Well, there was a sort of bastard justice in his view of the case, and so I dropped the matter.

When you can't cure a disaster by argument, what is the use to argue?
It isn't my way.

So I only said: "You're not going to be hanged.

None of us are." Both men laughed, and the slave said: "Ye have not ranked as a fool--before.