The appearance of the victim and her guards brought everybody to their--feet, and a silence fell over the group. The matrons ceased to gossip; the royalists left off talking politics, and all gathered about to witness the scene. Joshua's companion held the woman's arms, and he stooped to bind her feet to the chair, when one flew out like a bolt from a catapult, planting the toe in the pit of poor Joshua's stomach, causing him to roll over on the ground and howl with pain. The sheriff by this time came on the scene and summoned sufficient help to bind her to the chair. "See to it that every strap and cord is secure, for if she should fall she would drown," said the sheriff, and the men drew the leather straps tight, while Ann Linkon continued to rail and abuse all about her. "'Tis for the hussy that I am to suffer this," she cried. "Dorothe Stevens bore me false witness. I never slandered her. There--there is Hugh Price. Verily I spoke truly, as he knows." Hugh Price, the young royalist, who had been talking politics with his friend Roger, blushed. At this moment, there appeared on the scene a young man twenty-eight years of age, whose light blue eyes and frank, open face spoke honesty and humanity. His knit brows and distressed features showed that he was not in accord with the proceedings. He led the sheriff aside and spoke hurriedly with him in an undertone, which no one could hear. It was quite evident that he was making some request which the sheriff would not grant, for he shook his head in a very emphatic manner, and those nearest heard the official answer: "No, no, the judgment of the court, the judgment of the court." Dame Woodley, turning to a matron near, whispered: "Sarah Drummond, there is John Stevens, the husband of the woman who had Ann Linkon adjudged. How dare he come here?" "For shame!" whispered Sarah Drummond. "Yea, verily." "I wonder he could witness the wrong she hath done." At this a young wife with a babe in her arms interposed: "They do say that John Stevens had naught to do with the matter and did protest against having one so old as Ann Linkon ducked." "John Stevens is a godly man," remarked still another. "He would not wrong any one." "If he were my dearest foe," whispered goodwife Woodley, "he would have my sympathy for living with Dorothe Stevens." "Whist, Dame Woodley; speak not your mind so freely," whispered Sarah Drummond, "for there be those in hearing on whose ears your words had best not fall." All the while, Ann Linkon had been struggling with her executioners; but now, helpless and exhausted, she was bound in the chair. The sheriff, who was a humane man as well as a stern official, remonstrated with her. "Ann Linkon, do not so exert and heat yourself, or else when you be plunged into the water you will take your death." "Death! Take my death! That is what you want, wretch!" she screamed in her shrill voice. "Peace, dame; be still!"