"I know, of course, Mr. Koerner; you will pardon me--but what I wish to know is whether or not you know. You had passed through those yards frequently?"
"Yah, undt I knows a damn-sight more about dose yards dan you, you bet."
Again the jurymen laughed in vicarious pleasure at another's profanity.
"I yield to you there, Mr. Koerner," said Ford in his suave manner. "But let us go on. You say your foot slipped?"
"Yah, dot's right."
"Slipped on the frozen snow?"
"Yah. I bedt you shlip on such a place as dot."
"No doubt," said Ford, who suddenly ceased to smile. He now leaned forward; the faces of the two protagonists seemed to be close together.
"And, as a result, your foot slid into the frog, and was wedged there so that you could not get it out?"
"Yah."