You can't beat the law. Garson thought he could--and now----!"
He broke off, with a wave of his hand toward the man who had just
sentenced himself to death in the electric-chair.
"That's right," Garson agreed, with somber intensity. His eyes
were grown clouded again now, and his voice dragged leaden.
"That's right, Mary," he repeated dully, after a little pause.
"You can't beat the law!"
There followed a period of silence, in which great emotions were
vibrant from heart to heart. Garson was thinking of Mary, and,
with the thought, into his misery crept a little comfort. At
least, she would go free. That had been in the bargain with
Burke. And there was the boy, too. His eyes shot a single swift
glance toward Dick Gilder, and his satisfaction increased as he
noted the alert poise of the young man's body, the strained
expression of the strong face, the gaze of absorbed yearning with
which he regarded Mary. There could be no doubt concerning the
depth of the lad's love for the girl. Moreover, there were manly
qualities in him to work out all things needful for her
protection through life.
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