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The
word
"
hang
"
was
ringing
in
her
ears
,
as
she
started
away
from
the
spot
.
While
pretending
to
take
an
interest
in
the
play
of
the
silver
fish
,
her
thoughts
were
upon
that
scene
,
of
less
gentle
character
,
transpiring
in
front
of
the
jacalé
.
Though
the
trees
hindered
her
from
having
a
view
of
the
stage
,
she
knew
the
actors
that
were
on
it
;
and
could
tell
by
their
speeches
how
the
play
was
progressing
.
About
the
time
of
her
dismounting
,
a
tableau
had
been
formed
that
merits
a
minute
description
.
The
men
,
she
had
left
behind
,
were
no
longer
in
scattered
groups
;
but
drawn
together
into
a
crowd
,
in
shape
roughly
resembling
the
circumference
of
a
circle
.
Inside
it
,
some
half-score
figures
were
conspicuous
--
among
them
the
tall
form
of
the
Regulator
Chief
,
with
three
or
four
of
his
"
marshals
.
"
Woodley
Poindexter
was
there
,
and
by
his
side
Cassius
Calhoun
.
These
no
longer
appeared
to
act
with
authority
,
but
rather
as
spectators
,
or
witnesses
,
in
the
judicial
drama
about
being
enacted
.
Such
in
reality
was
the
nature
of
the
scene
.
It
was
a
trial
for
Murder
--
a
trial
before
Justice
Lynch
--
this
grim
dignitary
being
typified
in
the
person
of
the
Regulator
Chief
--
with
a
jury
composed
of
all
the
people
upon
the
ground
--
all
except
the
prisoners
.
Of
these
there
are
two
--
Maurice
Gerald
and
his
man
Phelim
.
They
are
inside
the
ring
,
both
prostrate
upon
the
grass
;
both
fast
bound
in
raw-hide
ropes
,
that
hinder
them
from
moving
hand
or
foot
.
Even
their
tongues
are
not
free
.
Phelim
has
been
cursed
and
scared
into
silence
;
while
to
his
master
speech
is
rendered
impossible
by
a
piece
of
stick
fastened
bitt-like
between
his
teeth
.
It
has
been
done
to
prevent
interruption
by
the
insane
ravings
,
that
would
otherwise
issue
from
his
lips
.
