Starting up, he rushed to the window, but recoiled at the awful sight.

Here, he saw, there was no human power within reach or call that could interfere.

The whole block, from street to street, was crowded with men and boys, armed with the armory of the street, and rejoicing like veritable fiends of hell over the pangs of their victim.
Even in the moment he stood there he beheld that which would haunt his memory, did it endure for a century.

At last, tired of their sport, some of those who were just about Abram had tied a rope about his body, and raised him to the nearest branch of an overhanging tree; then, heaping under him the sticks and clubs which were flung them from all sides, set fire to the dry, inflammable pile, and watched, for the moment silent, to see it burn.
Surrey fled to the other side of the room, and, cowering down, buried his head in his arm to shut out the awful sight and sounds.

But his mother,--O marvellous, inscrutable mystery of mother-love!--his mother knelt by the open window, near which hung her boy, and prayed aloud, that he might hear, for the wrung body and passing soul.