Then Mulholland ran crouching and threw himself at Gypo’s legs, trying
to encompass them with his arms. There were now five men hanging on to
Gypo. He was like Laocoön, entwined with snakes. He stood bolt
upright, with every muscle on his body knotted.
Then he lurched away to the right towards the door, with that human
cargo, unmoored and swinging by the sudden lurch, clashing with soft
thuds, in a panting mass. He was brought within three paces of the
door by the lurch. He saw the door. With an immense wrench that made
his biceps crack, he shook the men from off his back and neck. They
slithered downwards with a scratching sound of their nails clawing his
clothes. They clung round his hips. Then he growled and stooped down
to manhandle the men that clung to his legs. His groping hands
clutched Mulholland’s hair. His fingers groped downwards, seeking the
throat to garrotte him, when a mad rush of feet startled him. He
looked up.
They were rushing at him through the doorway. He saw them for a
moment, a number of flashing eyes, and set lips and clawing hands,
rushing at him. Then he dived headlong at his new enemies. He forced
them backwards in a mass into the doorway. There they all fell, amid
yells and hissing curses and shrieks of pain. Then Gypo’s great boots
stuck out of the pile in the centre, while Mulholland’s grinning,
sallow face peered up between them.
When they cleared away the jam of human bodies from him he was
exhausted. Four men pinioned his arms behind his back. Then he was
dragged along the passage into the prison cell. They loosed him and
threw him in. They bolted the door.
CHAPTER XII
At eleven minutes past three Gypo was condemned to death. The three
judges went away, leaving Gallagher in charge of the execution of the
sentence.
At eighteen minutes past three Mulholland entered the inquiry room,
with the three men who had been detailed to carry out the sentence
passed on the prisoner. They stood to attention in front of the table
at which Gallagher was sitting. Gallagher read to them the decision of
the court. Then he gave them their orders.
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