He gazed out above and beyond them.

It was in this way that he chanced to see a number of women on the outskirts of the crowd.

Some were old, with hard faces, like the men.

Some were young and comely, and most of these seemed agitated by excitement or distress.

They cast fearful, pitying glances upon Duane as he stood there with that noose round his neck.
Women were more human than men, Duane thought.