We are not to blame.

It's all Oscar's doing." "We don't know anything about that," said the man.

"You come along with us.

Our motto is, 'Taken together, hung together.'" Then he turned to his comrade, and they began to whisper.
Feklitus was as pale as a ghost.
"Did you hear that?
They are going to hang us," he said, grasping his companion still more tightly.
"Let us run away," gasped the boy, hardly able to speak for choking.
Feklitus looked at the men; they were in earnest conversation with the miller.

He sprang from the ground; fear gave him unwonted agility.