People were already settling down with lunch boxes or hurrying away to eat before the jury should return. It was prophesied from mouth to mouth that the jury would not be "out" long. Groups standing about discussed the case with relish. The comments were bald, stereotyped and pharisaical. The tiresome, assumed impeccability of this crowd discussing one boy's misdoings got on Minga's nerves. Who were these people, some of them mean of face, too evidently underhand, tricky and foul-mouthed, to condemn a boy, only twenty, who had had them for example and no mature chance to estimate the essential stuff of life? The girl, with unreasoning resentment and little understanding of the enormous values of the collective sense of equity, watched Judge Bogart with slow pomp, making formal gestures of greeting and dismissal. She saw the two lawyers exchanging deprecating amenities, and wanted to laugh. What a play it all was! What mummery! She watched Sard talking to Shipman and her heart was hot with rage as the two exchanged what seemed to her inadequate remarks. "How's Winged Victory?" Sard's hands went eagerly out. "I'm still thinking of your speech. It's what I've always wanted to say--to have said." "You didn't exact more pyrotechnics!" He met her glance quizzically. "Ah," the girl breathed, "you spoke to their intelligences, not to their emotions. You made people think!" "Did I?" Smiling doubtfully. "Oh, it must do some good!" she insisted. "It must influence them some way or other, if not for Terry"--the young, hopeful face clouded, "then for someone else. Colter says----" The girl hesitated then went on quickly, "You made them use their minds, you showed the relation of society to crime; they saw that they were guilty of the Terrys of this world!" Lovely in her enthusiasm she added, "I was watching. Old Mr. Fetherfew wiped his eyes and the garage man coughed, and that young drug clerk looked so curious and interested. More young people looked interested than old ones," said Sard rather acutely. "I think that some of them really understood what you meant." "You're too encouraging." Watts, smiling, stood with one foot on the runner of her car. He was noting the traces of worry on the girl's face. His good news, that he believed the jury would bring in a modified verdict and Terry's sentence would not necessarily be for life, had not changed this look of worry. He had seen Sard hesitate and flush consciously after that arrested "Colter says."