Still no Carmel, nor any signs of Sweetwater.

I could understand her absence, but not his, and it was in a confusion of feeling which was fast getting the upper hand of me, that I turned my attention to Mr.Moffat and the plea he was about to make for his youthful client.
I do not wish to obtrude myself too much into this trial of another man for the murder of my betrothed.

But when, after a wait during which the prisoner had a chance to show his mettle under the concentrated gaze of an expectant crowd, the senior counsel for the defence slowly rose, and, lifting his ungainly length till his shoulders lost their stoop and his whole presence acquired a dignity which had been entirely absent from it up to this decisive moment, I felt a sudden slow and creeping chill seize and shake me, as I have heard people say they experienced when uttering the common expression, "Some one is walking over my grave." It was not that he glanced my way, for this he did not do; yet I received a subtle message from him, by some telepathic means I could neither understand nor respond to--a message of warning, or, possibly of simple preparation for what his coming speech might convey.
It laid my spirits low for a moment; then they rose as those of a better man might rise at the scent of danger.

If he could warn, he could also withhold.

I would trust him, or I would, at least, trust my fate.