He's just back; I guess they'll come on the ten-thirty." North again turned listlessly toward the window.
"I wouldn't own myself beat yet, John!" said the deputy.
"I've gone down at every crisis! I didn't think the grand jury would indict me, I didn't think I would be convicted at the trial!" He made a weary gesture.

"What right have I to think they will be able to influence the governor ?" There was a moment's silence broken by the deputy.
"I'll be outside, and if you want anything, let me know." It was the death-watch, and poor Brockett was to keep it.
North fell to pacing his narrow bounds.

Without, the wind had risen and presently there came the patter of rain on the roof.

Thick darkness again enveloped the jail yard; and the gallows--his gallows--was no longer visible.

For an hour or more the storm raged and then it passed as swiftly as it had gathered.