"It's the law."
"I don't gare for der law. We say he don't die--he don't die den, ain't it?"
"But it's the law!" protested Broadwell, thinking to add new stress to his argument by placing new stress on the word. "How can we do otherwise?"
"How? Chust by saying not guildy, dot's how."
"But how can we do that?"
"Chust do it, dot's how!"
"But it's the law,--the law!"
"Damn der law!" roared Reder, resuming his walk. And Broadwell stood looking at him, in horror, as if he had blasphemed.
There was silence again, save for Osgood's snoring. Then suddenly, no one knew how, the argument broke out anew.
"How do we know?" some one was saying. It was Grey; his conviction was shaken again.