But midnight struck, and still there was no verdict.

What could be the cause of this indecision?
It was a mystery outside, but within the room it was plain.

One man had hung the jury.

In his community he was so well known as a sectarian that he was called a hypocrite.

He was not thought to be strong except in the grasp he held upon bigotry, but he succeeded in either convincing or browbeating eleven men into an agreement not to hang Brooks, but to send him to the penitentiary for life; and this verdict was rendered when the court reassembled at morning.
Witherspoon was sitting in his office at the Colossus when Henry entered.