But the bell rang. Dayton Moore deliberated for exactly an hour, neither more nor less. A profound silence reigned in the court as soon as the public had taken their seats. I remember how Dayton Moore walked into the court. At last! I won't repeat the questions in order, and, indeed, I have forgotten them. I remember only the answer to Glass's first and chief question: "Did the player commit the crime of hurting the Royals chances of winning?" (I don't remember the exact words.) There was a complete hush. Dayton Moore pronounced, in a clear, loud voice, amidst the deathlike stillness of the court:
And the same answer was repeated to every question: "Yes, guilty!" and without the slightest extenuating comment. This no one had expected; almost every one had reckoned upon a recommendation to mercy, at least. The deathlike silence in the court was not broken-all seemed petrified: those who desired his demotion as well as those who had been eager for his call up. But that was only for the first instant, and it was followed by a fearful hubbub. Many of the other major league teams were pleased. Some were rubbing their hands with no attempt to conceal their joy. Those who disagreed with the verdict seemed crushed, shrugged their shoulders, whispered, but still seemed unable to realize this. But how shall I describe the state the ladies were in? I thought they would create a riot. At first they could scarcely believe their ears. Then suddenly the whole court rang with exclamations: "What's the meaning of it? What next?"
They leapt up from their places. They seemed to fancy that it might be at once reconsidered and reversed. At that instant Myers suddenly stood up and cried in a heartrending voice, stretching his hands out before him:
"I swear by God and the dreadful Day of Judgment I am not guilty of hurting the Royals chances of winning! Jeff, I forgive you! Brothers, friends, have pity on the Royals fans!" He could not go on, and broke into a terrible sobbing wail that was heard all over the court in a strange, unnatural voice unlike his own.
From the farthest corner at the back of the gallery came a piercing shriek-it was the Royals fans. They had succeeded in begging admittance to the court again before the beginning of the lawyers' speeches. "We'll go with him! We don't care - Omaha, Northwest Arkansas, even Delaware! Take us with him!"
Wil was taken away. The passing of the sentence was deferred till next day. The whole court was in a hubbub but I did not wait to hear. I only remember a few exclamations I heard on the steps as I went out.
"He'll have a twenty years' trip to Omaha!"
"Well, our Dayton Moore has stood firm."
"And have done for our Wil."