"What Ah'll care for dat?" he said at last.
"Oh, nothing," said Paige, "nothing at all. Let us talk of something else. Let me ask why Mr. Edwards discharged you from his employ last spring?"
"Nossing! Nossing! Ah'll be work for heem more good as never was."
"If he treated you as unjustly as that," said Paige, with sympathy, "you cannot have a very high opinion of Mr. Edwards."
"Ah'll tol' you he was bad mans. He'll discharge me more as seexty mile off. Ah'll have for walk, me. Ah'll tol' you dat was mean treek for play on poor mans."
And Pete sought sympathy from the faces about him.
"That was too bad, certainly," said Paige. "Now about those wounds of yours. I have Doctor Brigham here, ready to make an examination. I'll call him now," and the state's attorney started toward the door of the witness-room.
Pete jumped.
"Hein!" he exclaimed.
"You don't object to having an excellent doctor like Doctor Brigham look at your wounds, do you?" asked Paige.