He walked beside the jailer, his eyes glittering, his head uplifted. The Judge ordered the crowd to keep their seats until the prisoner was removed. In silence he marched through the throng without a hiss or a taunt.
CHAPTER XXXIII
The day of the Great Deed was one never to be forgotten by Cook's little bride. They had been married six months. Each hour had bound the girl's heart in closer and sweeter bonds. The love that kindled for the handsome blond the day of their first meeting had grown into the deathless passion of the woman for her mate.
He was restless Saturday night. Through the long hours she held her breath to catch his regular breathing. He did not sleep.
At last the terror of it gripped her. Her hand touched his brow and brushed the hair back from his forehead.
"What's the matter, John dear?"
"Restless."
"What is it?"
"Oh, nothing much. Just got to thinking about something and can't sleep.
That's all. Go to sleep now, like a good girl. I'm all right."
The little fingers sought his hand and gripped it.