"Better
pray for the soul of the man you sent to Purgatory, and for the
well-bein' of the other innocent man you tried to destroy."
"What's that?"
"It's that fightin' jack, prowlin' 'round."
"Let 'im prowl! Now, then, boys, are you ready? Then pull!" and, as the
old judge always told in conclusion, "they say, as the men gave a mighty
heave on the rope the donkey ran forward and kicked the barrel from
under the doomed man's feet!"
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