What a hell they must have gone through in that time--doubt and dread, hope and fear, wretchedness and despair, over and over and over again.

No wonder some of 'em can't stand it, but keeps twitching and shifting and getting paler and turning faint when the jury comes back, and they think they see one thing or the other written in their faces.

I've seen a strong man drop down like a dead body when the judge opened his mouth to pass sentence on him.

I've seen 'em faint, too, when the foreman of the jury said 'Not guilty.' One chap, he was an innocent up-country fellow, in for his first bit of duffing, like we was once, he covered his face with his hands when he found he was let off, and cried like a child.

All sorts and kinds of different ways men takes it.