But what was right?
He groped blindly about in the darkness of his soul, and no guiding light showed him the way.
With a groan, he knotted his fingers together and prayed the first real prayer his heart had ever uttered.

It was wordless and formless, just an inarticulate cry for help in the hour of need.
The answer came when he looked again at Carter.

Something in the frenzied face brought a sudden recollection to his mind.
"We can't judge him by usual standards; he's bearing the sins of his fathers.

We have to look on men like that as we do on the insane." They were the judge's own words.
Sandy jumped to his feet, and, helping and half supporting Carter, persuaded him to go out to the buggy, promising that he would not give him up.
At the Willowvale gate he led the horse into the avenue, then turned and ran at full speed into town.

As he came into the square he found only a few groups shivering about the court-house steps, discussing the events of the day.
"Where's the crowd ?" he cried breathless.