"Will you give up and go to chapel next Sunday?" asked the deputy.
"O God! strengthen me," cried the convict. "No, I will not go!"
Mrs. Raynor's pale face flushed as she heard this reply.
The moans became fainter.
"Now, give up like a man," the deputy said. "You've shown your grit, and that is enough."
"Lord, help me!" came in a broken cry.
"He's going; let him down," the deputy said.
"Dead?" cried the warden's wife, starting forward.
"No, madam; he has fainted."
They applied restoratives, and when his senses had returned, led him, reeling, out into the guardroom, and placed him in a chair by the open window.