The judge, flushed with liquor, took his place and rapped and shouted for order.
The twelve jurymen and the prisoners were the only calm persons present, and even their faces showed that they fully appreciated the situation.
When the judge, after breaking the heavy glass and splintering the little pine table by his side had succeeded in getting the mob down, he turned to the jury and said:
"Gents, have you got a verdict?"
"Yes," coughed the one acting as foreman.
"All unanimous?"
"Yes."
"Wa'al, let's have it," said the judge.
The silence became profound on the instant.
Men with watches could hear them ticking, and men with hearts became painfully aware of the fact.