At his right the red-nosed prosecuting attorney shuffled his papers.

Along the sides of the open hall-way, through whose open doors at each end the wind passed freely, sat jury and audience, indiscriminately mingled.

The prisoner himself, ignorant of the meaning of all this, sat on an upturned tub, unshackled and unguarded.

Back of these figures appeared the heads of a double row of horses.

The stamp of an uneasy hoof, the steady crunch of jaws upon the hay, with now and then a moist blowing cough from a stall, made up a minor train of intermittent sound.