A. What I see when Mr. Cleghorn come in, of course—same as he’s got now.
Q. Colour, style—the same in every particular?
A. That’s it.
Q. You made out the figure in the distance to be wearing a coat and cloth cap like Mr. Cleghorn’s?
A. Nat’rally, as it were Mr. Cleghorn himself.
Q. Now attend to me. Will you swear you could distinguish the colour of the coat and cap the figure was wearing?
A. I won’t go so far as to say that. It were a dull day, and my eyesight none of the best, and he were too far off, and down in the shadder of the hollers. He looked all one colour to me—a sort o’ misty purple. But I knew him for Mr. Cleghorn, sure enough, when he walked into the tap.
Q. Wonderfully sagacious of you. (Laughter.) How far away was this figure when you saw it?
A. Couple o’ hundred yards, maybe.
Q. Was it climbing the hill fast?