The judge looked up with a start. Tom's eyes, wandering to Foley's face, met there a malign grin.
"The case is not ended, your Honor. The case is just begun." The attorney brushed back his mane with a stagy movement of his hand, and turned upon Arkansas. "You and the other prisoners did this. You do not deny it. But now tell his Honor why you did it."
Arkansas, with honesty fairly obtruding from his every feature, looked nervously at Tom, and then said hesitantly: "Because we had to."
"And why did you have to?"
Again Arkansas showed hesitation.
"Speak out," encouraged the attorney. "You're in no danger. The court will protect you."
"We was ordered to. If we hadn't done it we'd been thrown out o' the union, an' been done up."
"Explain to the court what you mean by 'done up'."
"Slugged an' kicked—half killed."
"In other words, what you did was done in fear of your life. Now who ordered you to blow up the Avon, and threatened to have you 'done up' if you didn't?"