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There
are
some
who
will
scarce
stay
to
hear
them
--
some
who
impatiently
cry
out
,
"
Let
the
murderer
be
hanged
!
"
As
if
this
verdict
had
been
anticipated
,
a
rope
lies
ready
upon
the
ground
,
with
a
noose
at
its
end
.
It
is
only
a
lazo
;
but
for
the
purpose
Calcraft
could
not
produce
a
more
perfect
piece
of
cord
.
A
sycamore
standing
near
offers
a
horizontal
limb
--
good
enough
for
a
gallows
.
The
vote
is
taken
viva
voce
.
Eighty
out
of
the
hundred
jurors
express
their
opinion
:
that
Maurice
Gerald
must
die
.
His
hour
appears
to
have
come
.
And
yet
the
sentence
is
not
carried
into
execution
.
The
rope
is
suffered
to
lie
guileless
on
the
grass
.
No
one
seems
willing
to
lay
hold
of
it
!
Why
that
hanging
back
,
as
if
the
thong
of
horse-hide
was
a
venomous
snake
,
that
none
dares
to
touch
?
The
majority
--
the
plurality
,
to
use
a
true
Western
word
--
has
pronounced
the
sentence
of
death
;
some
strengthening
it
with
rude
,
even
blasphemous
,
speech
.
Why
is
it
not
carried
out
?
Why
?
For
want
of
that
unanimity
,
that
stimulates
to
immediate
action
--
for
want
of
the
proofs
to
produce
it
.
There
is
a
minority
not
satisfied
--
that
with
less
noise
,
but
equally
earnest
emphasis
,
have
answered
"
No
.
"
