CHAPTER VII.
THE DOOMED OUTLAW.In a cabin of stout logs, with floor and roof of the same solid material, to make escape impossible, narrow apertures in either end for windows, and a door of heavy timber, barred with iron, sat a man under sentence of death.
Before his door, his beat being from corner to corner of the cabin, paced a sentinel on duty.
The cabin stood apart from the regular guard-house, and was so situated that all approaching and leaving it could readily be seen from the soldiers’ barracks which it fronted.
The prisoner was heavily ironed with manacles about his ankles, and they were chained to the floor, though he had length enough to walk to the door and to his cot.
The man sat in an easy chair facing the door, which was partially open, giving him a glimpse of the plai
