We need not enlarge upon the details, some of which are too outrageous to repeat.  After a while they thought Galley was dead, and laid him across another horse, with a smuggler each side to prevent him falling.  They then stopped at the Red Lion, at Rake, knocked up the landlord, drank pretty freely, and then taking a candle and spade dug a hole in a sand-pit where they buried him.  But at a later date, when the body was exhumed, it was seen that the poor man had covered his eyes with his hands, so there can be little doubt but that Galley was buried alive.

As for Chater, they delayed his death.  Throughout Monday they remained drinking at the Red Lion, discussing what to do with him, Chater being meanwhile kept secured by the leg with an iron chain, three yards long, in a turf-house.  At dead of night they agreed to go home separately so that the neighbours might not be suspicious of their absence.  On Wednesday morning they again repaired to the Red Lion, after having left Chater in the charge of two of their number.  Then, having discussed what should be done with Chater, some one suggested that a gun should be loaded with two or three bullets, and after having tied a long string to the trigger, each member of the gang should take hold of the string together, and so become equally guilty of the poor man’s death.  But this idea was unwelcomed, as it was thought it would put Chater too quickly out of his sufferings.  Meanwhile, Chater was visited at various times, to receive kicks and severe blows, and to be sworn at in the vilest and most scurrilous language.

[Illustration:  Chater Chained in ye Turff House at Old Mills’s Cobby, kicking him & Tapner, cutting him Cross ye Eyes & Nose, while he is saying the Lords Prayer.  Several of ye other smugglers standing by.]

One of the gang now came up to him, and uttering an oath, brandishing aloft a large clasp-knife, exclaimed:  “Down on your knees and go to prayers, for with this knife I will be your butcher.”  Terrified at the menace, and expecting momentarily to die, Chater knelt down on the turf and began to say the Lord’s Prayer.  One of the villains got behind and kicked him, and after Chater had asked what they had done to Galley, the man who was confronting him drew his knife across the poor man’s face, cut his nose through, and almost cut both his eyes out.  And, a moment later, gashed him terribly across the forehead.  They then proceeded to conduct him to a well.  It was now the dead of night, and the well was about thirty feet deep, but without water, being surrounded with pales at the top to prevent cattle from falling in.  They compelled him to get over, and not through these pales, and a rope was placed round his neck, the other end being made fast to the paling.  They then pushed him into the well, but as the rope was short they then untied him, and threw him head foremost into the former, and, finally, to stop his groanings, hurled down rails and gate-posts and large stones.