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"Let us get him up," he said, and with Barstow's help they lifted Hine out of his chair. Sylvia caught a glimpse of his face. His mouth was loose, his eyes half shut, and the lids red; he seemed to be in a stupor. His head rolled upon his shoulders. He swayed as his companions held him up; his knees gave under him. He began incoherently to talk. "Hush!" said Parminter. "You'll wake the house.
"If the facts have been established of such and such a nature, beyond reasonable doubt; if the connection of the defendant has been clearly set forth," etc. As the penny sheet put it, "Judge Barstow's charge left no room for doubt as to the verdict. The jury was out forty minutes and took one ballot."
"He looked after the rich and almost perfect young man, by whom he was nevertheless rejected, and loved him; he also said to the penitent thief, 'To-day thou shalt be with me in Paradise. His heart was as large as humanity. Such was his spirit." After a moment's pause, in which there was a hush of breathless expectancy, Dr. Barstow's deep tones were again heard.
Furthermore, though he could, without Barstow's discovery, have lived his week and closed it by any one of a dozen effective means, he realized that he could not trust even himself to fulfill at the end no matter how binding the oath so fearful a decree. A few deep draughts of joyous life might turn his head.
The new gardener, the gun in the corner, the cartridges which had to be looked for, Barstow's want of skill, Hine's superiority which had led Barstow so naturally to offer to back the gardener against him all was clear to her. It was the little round game of cards all over again; and she had not possessed the wit to detect the trick! And that was not all.
His wandering gaze was checked by the profile of the woman whose eyes had haunted him ever since he had first seen them in Barstow's laboratory. It was Miss Arsdale, and opposite her sat a tall, thin-visaged young man. As the latter turned and presented a full face view, Donaldson was held by the peculiarity of his expression.
None of it could take from his mind the fact that railroad men were laughing at him, that chuckling train-butchers were pointing out the giant machinery to grinning passengers, that even the railroad journals were printing funny quips about Barstow's prize superintendent and his mountain snow plough.
No cell can hold him. He has escaped from every jail in the northern mines. He has been known to say, 'I shall never rot in a prison as long as a revolver can keep me out." "Oh, would he " "He would, indeed, Dearie, for the sake of his family name and the love he bears you. His last big raid was upon George Barstow's Wells-Fargo train from Yreka. They held them up on Trinity Mountain.
"You look as though you had been sleeping there a month. Sit down, man. You have a fever." "There 's your dog," said Donaldson. Barstow turned. The dog, with his forefeet on Barstow's knee, was stretching his neck towards his master's hand. "Hello, pup," he greeted him. "Did the janitor use you all right?" He shook him off. Donaldson sat down.
"Some one ought to have the authority to put you in a strait-jacket and carry you off. I tell you you 're headed for the madhouse, Don!" Donaldson staggered to his feet. He put his trembling hands on Barstow's shoulders. "No," he faltered, "no, I 'm headed for life, for life, Barstow! You hear me? I 'm headed for a paradise right here in New York." Barstow felt baffled.
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