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'
Tis
only
a
silent
thought
;
for
no
one
essays
to
speak
.
They
stand
rigid
as
ever
,
but
with
strangely
altered
looks
.
Even
the
rudest
of
them
respect
the
presence
of
that
fair
intruder
.
There
is
submission
in
their
attitude
,
as
if
from
a
consciousness
of
guilt
.
Like
a
meteor
she
pauses
through
their
midst
--
glides
on
without
giving
a
glance
on
either
side
--
without
speech
,
without
halt
--
till
she
stoops
over
the
condemned
man
,
still
lying
gagged
the
grass
.
With
a
quick
clutch
she
lays
hold
of
the
lazo
;
which
the
two
hangmen
,
taken
by
surprise
,
have
let
loose
.
Grasping
it
with
both
her
hands
,
she
jerks
it
from
theirs
.
"
Texans
!
cowards
!
"
she
cries
,
casting
a
scornful
look
upon
the
crowd
.
"
Shame
!
shame
!
"
They
cower
under
the
stinging
reproach
.
She
continues
:
--
"
A
trial
indeed
!
A
fair
trial
!
The
accused
without
counsel
--
condemned
without
being
heard
!
And
this
you
call
justice
?
Texan
justice
?
My
scorn
upon
you
--
not
men
,
but
murderers
!
"
"
What
means
this
?
"
shouts
Poindexter
,
rushing
up
,
and
seizing
his
daughter
by
the
arm
.
"
You
are
mad
--
Loo
--
mad
!
How
come
you
to
be
here
?
Did
I
not
tell
you
to
go
home
?
Away
--
this
instant
away
;
and
do
not
interfere
with
what
does
not
concern
you
!
"
"
Father
,
it
does
concern
me
!
"
"
How
?
--
how
?
--
oh
true
--
as
a
sister
!
This
man
is
the
murderer
of
your
brother
.
"
"
I
will
not
--
can
not
believe
it
.
Never
--
never
!
There
was
no
motive
.
O
men
!
if
you
be
men
,
do
not
act
like
savages
.
Give
him
a
fair
trial
,
and
then
--
then
--
"
