A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthurs Court by Mark Twain Chapter 37 Page 5

thought, by reason that he had no key, and the locks were neither broke nor in any wise injured.

When the master discovered his loss, he was mad with despair, and threw himself upon his people with his heavy stick, who resisted and brake his back and in other and divers ways did give him hurts that brought him swiftly to his end.”

“This is dreadful. It will go hard with the slaves, no doubt, upon the trial.”

“Marry, the trial is over.”

“Over!”

“Would they be a week, think you — and the matter so simple? They were not the half of a quarter of an hour at it.”

“Why, I don’t see how they could determine which were the guilty ones in so short a time.”