ilty without leaving the box; but sentence was deferred until our jury
had also agreed.

By this time, I felt convinced they would _not_ agree, and every minute
strengthened my belief. While they deliberated we were all conducted
to the subterranean den, where we kept each other in good spirits. St.
Peter brought us some water to drink in a dirty tin can. We tasted it,
found that a little of it was more than enough, and declined to hazard
a further experiment on our health. At last, after two hours and ten
minutes' waiting, we were summoned back to the dock. There was profound
silence in court, and as the jury filed into their seats a painful sense
of expectation pervaded the assembly. His lordship said that he had
called them into court to see whether he could assist them in any way,
and especially by explaining the law to them again. The foreman, in a
very quiet, composed manner, replied that they all understood the law,
but there was no chance of their agreeing. His lordship invited them to
try a further consultation, to which the foreman replied that it would
be useless. "Then," said his lordship, "I am very sorry to say I must
discharge you, and have the case tried again." Then, turning to the
Clerk of Arraigns, he added, "I will attend here on Monday and try the
case again with a different jury." This was against the ordinary rule of
the court, and the sessions had to be prolonged into the next week
for our sakes; but his lordship could not deny himself the luxury of
sentencing us. He had set his heart on sending us to gaol, and would not
be baulked.

We naturally expected to be liberated till Monday, and I formally
applied for a renewal of our bail. But his lordship refused my
application in the most peremptory and insulting manner. I pointed out
that I should require a proper opportunity to prepare another defence
for the second trial, to which his lordship replied, "You will have the
same opportunity then that you have now." He then hurriedly left the
bench, and we were in custody of the Governor of Newgate. Several
friends rushed forward to shake hands with us over the dock rail, and
there were loud cries of "Bravo, jury!" Presently we descended to the
Inferno again, from which we were conducted by a long subterranean
passage to Newgate prison.

Judge North's action was simply vindictive. Even if we were guilty
our offence was only a misdemeanor. We had been out on bail from the
beginning of the prosecution