I thought of the days, months, years that were to pass under lock and key, with irons and shame and solitude all for company.

I wondered if the place where they shut up mad people was like a gaol, and why we were not sent there instead.
I heard part of what the judge said, but not all--bits here and there.
The jury had brought in a most righteous verdict; just what he should have expected from the effect of the evidence upon an intelligent, well-principled Nomah jury.

(We heard afterwards that they were six to six, and then agreed to toss up how the verdict was to go.) 'The crime of cattle and horse stealing had assumed gigantic proportions.

Sheep, as yet, appeared to be safe; but then there were not very many within a few hundred miles of Nomah.

It appeared to him that the prisoner known as Starlight, though from old police records his real name appeared to be----' Here he drew himself up and faced the judge in defiance.