“What house?”
“I was passing along the street, when through the door of a public-house I saw the prisoner throw or kick Isaac Zahn into the street, and he fell on the pavement at my feet.”
“Can you remember the name of the public-house?”
“It was The Lucky Digger.”
The barrister sat down, and looked at the ceiling of the Court—he had finished his examination—and the Judge motioned the fair Rachel to stand down.
The next witness to be sworn was Amiria.
“Do you remember the 3rd of March last?” asked the Crown Prosecutor.
The brown eyes of the Maori girl flashed, and, drawing herself up with dignity, she said, “Of course, I do. Why should I forget it?”
“What did you do on that day—where did you go?”
“I went for a ride, though I can’t see how that can interest you?”