"Objection is overruled," he said, and bent his dark brows upon Isaac Crittenden. "Let the witness answer the question."
"Well, the calf had my brand on it," responded Crittenden defiantly, and then, egged on by Angy's sarcastic smile, he went a step too far. "Yes, and I know him, too!" he blurted out. "I'd know that calf among a thousand, by them spots across his face."
"Oh, you would, would you?" spoke up Angy quickly. "You have a distinct recollection of the animal on account of its peculiar markings then; is that right? Very good. When did you put your brand on that calf, Mr. Crittenden?"
"Last Spring," replied Crittenden grudgingly.
"You know the law regarding the branding of calves," prompted Angy. "Was the calf with its mother at the time?"
"It was!"
"And did she bear the same brand that you burned upon her calf?"
"She did!"
"Any other brands?"
"Nope!"