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But
in
the
meantime
the
crowd
about
him
silent
although
--
or
perhaps
because
--
intensely
satisfied
.
The
little
devil
had
n't
"
gotten
by
.
"
He
had
n't
fooled
the
twelve
sane
men
of
this
county
with
all
that
bunk
about
a
change
of
heart
.
What
rot
!
While
Jephson
sat
and
stared
,
and
Belknap
,
his
strong
face
written
all
over
with
contempt
and
defiance
,
making
his
motions
.
And
Mason
and
Burleigh
and
Newcomb
and
Redmond
thinly
repressing
their
intense
satisfaction
behind
masks
preternaturally
severe
,
the
while
Belknap
continued
with
a
request
that
the
sentence
be
put
off
until
the
following
Friday
--
a
week
hence
,
when
he
could
more
conveniently
attend
,
but
with
Justice
Oberwaltzer
replying
that
he
thought
not
--
unless
some
good
reason
could
be
shown
.
But
on
the
morrow
,
if
counsel
desired
,
he
would
listen
to
an
argument
.
If
it
were
satisfactory
he
would
delay
sentence
--
otherwise
,
pronounce
it
the
following
Monday
.
Yet
,
even
so
,
Clyde
was
not
concerned
with
this
argument
at
the
moment
.
He
was
thinking
of
his
mother
and
what
she
would
think
--
feel
.
He
had
been
writing
her
so
regularly
,
insisting
always
that
he
was
innocent
and
that
she
must
not
believe
all
,
or
even
a
part
,
of
what
she
read
an
the
newspapers
.
He
was
going
to
be
acquitted
sure
.
He
was
going
to
go
on
the
stand
and
testify
for
himself
.
But
now
...
now
...
oh
,
he
needed
her
now
--
so
much
.
Quite
every
one
,
as
it
seemed
now
,
had
forsaken
him
.
He
was
terribly
,
terribly
alone
.
And
he
must
send
her
some
word
quickly
.
He
must
.
He
must
.
And
then
asking
Jephson
for
a
piece
of
paper
and
a
pencil
,
he
wrote
:
"
Mrs.
Asa
Griffiths
,
care
of
Star
of
Hope
Mission
,
Denver
,
Colorado
.
Dear
mother
--
I
am
convicted
--
Clyde
.
"
And
then
handing
that
to
Jephson
,
he
asked
him
,
nervously
and
weakly
,
if
he
would
see
that
it
was
sent
right
away
.
"
Right
away
,
son
,
sure
,
"
replied
Jephson
,
touched
by
his
looks
,
and
waving
to
a
press
boy
who
was
near
gave
it
to
him
together
with
the
money
.
And
then
,
while
this
was
going
on
,
all
the
public
exits
being
locked
until
Clyde
,
accompanied
by
Sissel
and
Kraut
,
had
been
ushered
through
the
familiar
side
entrance
through
which
he
had
hoped
to
escape
.
And
while
all
the
press
and
the
public
and
the
still-remaining
jury
gazing
,
for
even
yet
they
had
not
seen
enough
of
Clyde
but
must
stare
into
his
face
to
see
how
he
was
taking
it
.
And
because
of
the
local
feeling
against
him
,
Justice
Oberwaltzer
,
at
Slack
's
request
,
holding
court
un-adjourned
until
word
was
brought
that
Clyde
was
once
more
locked
in
his
cell
,
whereupon
the
doors
were
re-opened
.
And
then
the
crowd
surging
out
but
only
to
wait
at
the
courtroom
door
in
order
to
glimpse
,
as
he
passed
out
,
Mason
,
who
now
,
of
all
the
figures
in
this
case
,
was
the
true
hero
--
the
nemesis
of
Clyde
--
the
avenger
of
Roberta
.
That
he
not
appearing
at
first
but
instead
Jephson
and
Belknap
together
,
and
not
so
much
depressed
as
solemn
,
defiant
--
Jephson
in
particular
,
looking
unconquerably
contemptuous
.
Then
some
one
calling
:
"
Well
,
you
did
n't
get
him
off
just
the
same
,
"
and
Jephson
replying
,
with
a
shrug
of
his
shoulders
,
"
Not
yet
,
but
this
county
is
n't
all
of
the
law
either
.
"
Then
Mason
,
immediately
afterward
--
a
heavy
,
baggy
overcoat
thrown
over
his
shoulder
,
his
worn
soft
hat
pulled
low
over
his
eyes
--
and
followed
by
Burleigh
,
Heit
,
Newcomb
and
others
as
a
royal
train
--
while
he
walked
in
the
manner
of
one
entirely
oblivious
of
the
meaning
or
compliment
of
this
waiting
throng
.
For
was
he
not
now
a
victor
and
an
elected
judge
!
And
as
instantly
being
set
upon
by
a
circling
,
huzzahing
mass
--
the
while
a
score
of
those
nearest
sought
to
seize
him
by
the
hand
or
place
a
grateful
pat
upon
his
arm
or
shoulder
.
"
Hurrah
for
Orville
!
"
"
Good
for
you
,
Judge
!
"
(
his
new
or
fast-approaching
title
)
.
"
By
God
!
Orville
Mason
,
you
deserve
the
thanks
of
this
county
!
"
"
Hy-oh
!
Heigh
!
Heigh
!
"
"
Three
cheers
for
Orville
Mason
!
"
And
with
that
the
crowd
bursting
into
three
resounding
huzzahs
--
which
Clyde
in
his
cell
could
clearly
hear
and
at
the
same
time
sense
the
meaning
of
.
They
were
cheering
Mason
for
convicting
him
.
In
that
large
crowd
out
there
there
was
not
one
who
did
not
believe
him
totally
and
completely
guilty
.
Roberta
--
her
letters
--
her
determination
to
make
him
marry
her
--
her
giant
fear
of
exposure
--
had
dragged
him
down
to
this
.
To
conviction
.
To
death
,
maybe
.
Away
from
all
he
had
longed
for
--
away
from
all
he
had
dreamed
he
might
possess
And
Sondra
!
Sondra
!
Not
a
word
!
Not
a
word
!
And
so
now
,
fearing
that
Kraut
or
Sissel
or
some
one
might
be
watching
(
ready
to
report
even
now
his
every
gesture
)
,
and
not
willing
to
show
after
all
how
totally
collapsed
and
despondent
he
really
was
,
he
sat
down
and
taking
up
a
magazine
pretended
to
read
,
the
while
he
looked
far
,
far
beyond
it
to
other
scenes
--
his
mother
--
his
brother
and
sisters
--
the
Griffiths
--
all
he
had
known
.
But
finding
these
unsubstantiated
mind
visions
a
little
too
much
,
he
finally
got
up
and
throwing
off
his
clothes
climbed
into
his
iron
cot
.
"
Convicted
!
Convicted
!
"
And
that
meant
that
he
must
die
!
God
!
But
how
blessed
to
be
able
to
conceal
his
face
upon
a
pillow
and
not
let
any
one
see
--
however
accurately
they
might
guess
!
The
dreary
aftermath
of
a
great
contest
and
a
great
failure
,
with
the
general
public
from
coast
to
coast
--
in
view
of
this
stern
local
interpretation
of
the
tragedy
--
firmly
convinced
that
Clyde
was
guilty
and
,
as
heralded
by
the
newspapers
everywhere
,
that
he
had
been
properly
convicted
.
The
pathos
of
that
poor
little
murdered
country
girl
!
Her
sad
letters
!
How
she
must
have
suffered
!
That
weak
defense
!
Even
the
Griffiths
of
Denver
were
so
shaken
by
the
evidence
as
the
trial
had
progressed
that
they
scarcely
dared
read
the
papers
openly
--
one
to
the
other
--
but
,
for
the
most
part
,
read
of
it
separately
and
alone
,
whispering
together
afterwards
of
the
damning
,
awful
deluge
of
circumstantial
evidence
.
Yet
,
after
reading
Belknap
's
speech
and
Clyde
's
own
testimony
,
this
little
family
group
that
had
struggled
along
together
for
so
long
coming
to
believe
in
their
own
son
and
brother
in
spite
of
all
they
had
previously
read
against
him
.
And
because
of
this
--
during
the
trial
as
well
as
afterwards
--
writing
him
cheerful
and
hopeful
letters
,
based
frequently
on
letters
from
him
in
which
he
insisted
over
and
over
again
that
he
was
not
guilty
.
Yet
once
convicted
,
and
out
of
the
depths
of
his
despair
wiring
his
mother
as
he
did
--
and
the
papers
confirming
it
--
absolute
consternation
in
the
Griffiths
family
.
For
was
not
this
proof
?
Or
,
was
it
?
All
the
papers
seemed
to
think
so
.
And
they
rushed
reporters
to
Mrs.
Griffiths
,
who
,
together
with
her
little
brood
,
had
sought
refuge
from
the
unbearable
publicity
in
a
remote
part
of
Denver
entirely
removed
from
the
mission
world
.
A
venal
moving-van
company
had
revealed
her
address
.
