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and present were in-woven with 

 the stars and stripes of the noble 

 flag, and the eagle screamed tri- 

 umphant. 



He sat down mopping his brow, 

 the jury filed out and in five minutes 

 filed back again with a unanimous 

 verdict: "Not Guilty." 



Dean, by far the more intelligent 

 of the two counsels but with human 

 kindness turned to bitterness, the 

 mark of Cain upon him, shrugged 

 his shoulders, muttered that he 

 "would get even" with Barker, and 

 stalked alone from the court room. 



I sent a thought of sympathy and 

 certain admiration after him. He 

 was so undoubtedly one with a chip 

 on his shoulder, a man against 

 whom every hand was raised. His 

 own doing. He met the uplifted 

 hand with sullen bravery and asked 

 no quarter. 



Heavy weights sink to the bottom, 

 and the grappling in this legal pool 

 had troubled only the surface. But 

 tragedy had hovered above the rude, 

 bare court room shadows of the 

 murdered Fox and Cortwright, and 

 the uncertain fate of Dean and 



