Pray then for the poor soul who by bloody laws is driven to kill or else be slaughtered; were there less of this unreasonable gibbeting on the highroad, there should be less enforced cutting of throats in dark woods, my masters." "Fewer words had served," replied Gerard coldly.

"I asked a question, I am answered," and suddenly doffing his bonnet-- "'Obsecro Deum omnipotentem, ut, qua cruce jam pendent isti quindecim latrones fures et homicidae, in ea homicida fur et latro tu pependeris quam citissime, pro publica salute, in honorem justi Dei cui sit gloria, in aeternum, Amen.'" "And so good day." The greedy outlaw was satisfied last.

"That is Latin," he muttered, "and more than I bargained for." So indeed it was.
And he returned to his business with a mind at ease.

The friends pondered in silence the many events of the last few hours.
At last Gerard said thoughtfully, "That she-bear saved both our lives-by God's will." "Like enough," replied Denys; "and talking of that, it was lucky we did not dawdle over our supper." "What mean you ?" "I mean they are not all hanged; I saw a refuse of seven or eight as black as ink around our fire." "When?
when ?" "Ere we had left it five minutes." "Good heavens! and you said not a word." "It would but have worried you, and had set our friend a looking back, and mayhap tempted him to get his skull split.

All other danger was over; they could not see us, we were out of the moonshine, and indeed, just turning a corner.