There are voices that clamour for the case to be completed.
There are paid claquers in the crowd composing a Texan Court, as in the pit of a Parisian theatre. The real tragedy has its supporters, as well as the sham!
The clamourers succeed in carrying their point. It is decided to go on with the trial—as much of it as can be got through without the witness who is absent. He may be back before the time comes for calling him. If not, the Court can then talk about adjournment.
So rules the judge; and the jury signify their assent. The spectators do the same.
The prisoner is once more directed to stand up, and continue the confession so unexpectedly interrupted.
“You were about to tell us what you saw,” proceeds the counsel for the accused, addressing himself to his client. “Go on, and complete your statement. What was it you saw?”
“A man lying at full length upon the grass.”
“Asleep?”
“Yes; in the sleep of death.”