I'm anxious to have the thing over.
The sooner they get me down there, the quicker they will take action.
And I'm not afraid, not a bit of it.

I'm bound to win.

There isn't a chance in a hundred that they can convict me." Then he added: "And I'm going to have a box of cigars sent up to you, Mercer.

I'm grateful to you for the splendid treatment you have given me." No sooner had Mercer gone with the supper things than Kent's knotted fist shook itself fiercely in the direction of the door.
"My God, how I'd like to have you out in the woods--alone--for just one hour!" he whispered.
Eight o'clock came, and nine.

Two or three times he heard voices in the hall, probably Mercer talking with the guard.