The wind died to a whisper， the pine-knot torches blown down
to embers revived， and Lbslie could again hear the about-to-die
pray for the already dead: \"---do thou give them rest there in the
land of the living， in thy kingdom， in the delight of Paradise.\"
The English offieer stood tall on the tailgate of the wagon，
taller-seeming than when they had ridden through the woods
together. It was the rope around his neck made him hold his
head so high， the hangman s knot under one ear; his arms tied
behind his back made him stand straight--or did he stand tall
because he wanted to show these bastards he was not afraid to
die?
The why didn t matter. Tall or short and a Tory into the
bargain， the captain was a man， too much of a man to be
hanged by anybody. These villains wanted him dead so he
could never testify in court to their thievery.
The captain was going to die; the boy lieutenant was al-
ready dead because this rebel， William David Leslie Collins，
had let himself and prisoners be tricked and c
of horse thieves and brigands. Prisoners was ri
wrong; in \"their few days together， the men
his companions than captured enemies.
Lost， their long wandering had brough
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