"He's done enough. His life belongs to the South—"
She placed her trembling hand on his arm.
"You are sure that deep down in your heart there's not another motive?"
"No matter how many motives—one is enough. I have the evidence on which to send him to the gallows—"
The girl's head drooped.
"And I gave it to you—God have mercy!"
The tears began to stream down her checks. Dick moved uneasily and looked the other way.
"I've got to do it," he repeated stubbornly.
Her voice was the merest whisper when she spoke.