Ratts. Yes; you was the first to hail Judge Lynch.
M'Closky. [R.] Well, what's the use of argument whar guilt sticks out so plain; the boy and Injiun were alone when last seen.
Scud. (L. C.) Who says that?
M'Closky. Everybody—that is, I heard so.
Scud. Say what you know—not what you heard.
M'Closky. I know then that the boy was killed with that tomahawk—the red-skin owns it—the signs of violence are all round the shed—this apparatus smashed—ain't it plain that in a drunken fit he slew the boy, and when sober concealed the body yonder?
Omnes. That's it—that's it.
Ratts. Who defends the Injiun?
Scud. I will; for it is agin my natur' to b'lieve him guilty; and if he be, this ain't the place, nor you the authority to try him. How are we sure the boy is dead at all? There are no witnesses but a rum bottle and an old machine. Is it on such evidence you'd hang a human being?
Ratts. His own confession.