"Wa'al, I've got a few dollars."
"Where did you get your money?"
"That's my business," said Badger, angrily.
"Yes," said the judge, "no gent ain't bound to tell no one how he came by his money—unless some one else goes to work and claims it as his'n."
"My object is to show that Badger received his money from Frank Shirley," said Mr. Willett.
"And what if he did?" asked the judge.
"There is this about it, that if Badger is in Frank Shirley's employ, then he is working to get me and my son out of the way, for if my son dies before he's twenty-one years of age, then Shirley falls heir to a large fortune."
"We ain't a-tryin' Frank Shirley. So I ain't agoin' to let you ax any sich questions," said the judge, rapping vigorously on the table.
Still calm, if not confident, Mr. Willett asked:
"Badger, were not you and Frank Shirley dressed when you say you heard those shots?"