I will not dwell upon the case; you have heard the testimony; the verdict is in your keeping." During all this period of severe mental strain Mr.Excell sat beside Lawyer Brown, motionless as a statue, save when now and again he leaned forward to whisper a suggestion.

He did not look at his son, and Harold seldom looked at him.

Jack Burns sat as near the prisoner as the sheriff would permit, and his homely, good face, and the face of the judge were to Harold the only spots of light in the otherwise dark room.

Outside the voices of children could be heard and the sound of the rising wind in the rustling trees.

Once a breeze sent a shower of yellow and crimson leaves fluttering in at the open window, and the boy's heart swelled high in his throat, and he bowed his head and sobbed.