It may be conceived with what anxiety Bucky listened to the
whispered conversation and waited for the decision of the
governor. He was a game man, noted even in a country famous for
its courageous citizens, but he felt strangely weak now as he
waited with that leather-crusted face of his bereft of all
expression.
"Give him till morning to weaken. If he still stays obstinate,
hang him in the dawn," decided the governor, his beady eyes fixed
on the prisoner.
Not a flicker of the eyelid betrayed the Arizonian's emotion, but
for an instant the world swam dizzily before him. Safe till
morning! Before then a hundred chances might change the current
of the game in his favor. How brightly the sunshine flooded the
room! What a glorious world it was, after all! Through the open
window poured the rich, full-throated song of a meadow lark, and
the burden of its blithe song was, "How good is this life the
mere living."
CHAPTER 13. BUCKY'S FIRST-RATE REASONS
How long Frances Mackenzie gave herself up to despair she never
knew, but when at last she resolutely took herself in hand it
seemed hours later.
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