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Chapter 63

           "Ishouldhavegoneouttoseewhatthetroublewas;butIwasinmyslippers;andbeforeIcoulddrawonapairofboots,itappearedtobeallover.

           "Iwaitedforhalfanhour,forHenrytocomehome.Hedidn’tcome;but,asIsupposedhehadgonebacktoOberdoffer’sandfalleninwithsomeofthefellowsfromtheFort,Iconcludedhemightstaythereaspell,andIwentbacktomybed.

           "Now,gentlemen,I’vetoldyouallIknow.MypoorcousinnevercamebacktoCasadelCorvonevermorelaidhissideonabed,forthatwefoundbygoingtohisroomnextmorning.Hisbedthatnightmusthavebeensomewhereupontheprairie,orinthechapparal;andthere’stheonlymanwhoknowswhere."

           Withawaveofhishandthespeakertriumphantlyindicatedtheaccusedwhosewildstrainingeyestoldhowunconscioushewasoftheterribleaccusation,orofthevengefullookswithwhich,fromallsides,hewasnowregarded.

           Calhoun’sstorywastoldwithacircumstantiality,thatwentfartoproduceconvictionoftheprisoner’sguilt.Theconcludingspeechappearedeloquentoftruth,andwasfollowedbyaclamourousdemandfortheexecutiontoproceed.

           "Hang!hang!"isthecryfromfourscorevoices.

           Thejudgehimselfseemstowaver.Theminorityhasbeendiminishednolongereighty,outofthehundred,butninetyrepeatthecry.Themoremoderateareoverbornebytheinundationofvengefulvoices.

           Thecrowdswaystoandfroresemblingastormfastincreasingtoatempest.

           Itsooncomestoitsheight.Aruffianrushestowardstherope

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