"What is your verdict?"
"We find the accused guilty of murder."
"Of murder in the first or the second degree?"
"In the first."
That was all. Bob wheeled round toward Teddy, who smiled courageously.
"It's all right, Bob," he whispered, as their hands met over the rail of the cage. "I've got the right line on it. It's my medicine, and I know how to take it. Keep ma and the girls from worrying, and I can go straight through with it."
"ALL RIGHT, MA! I'M READY!"
It was all there was time for. They had not noticed that Stenhouse had said something about appeal, and the judge something about sentence. Everyone was leaving. Stenhouse came to shake hands with his client and tell him that the game wasn't up yet. The boy thanked him. The cage was unlocked, and once more Teddy, with a guard in front and a guard following after him, went down the corkscrew stair.