"Wait," says my pa, "that don't go to the witness' right to testify, but only whether he's to be believed after he does testify."
"Yes," said the judge.
Then Major Abbott took another exception. There were some more questions, and finally the judge said Mitch could tell his story. So my pa settled down to business, and the jury waited anxious like. And this is the way it went.
"Where were you on the night Joe Rainey was killed?"
"Up in a tree in his yard."
"What were you doin' there?"
"Listenin' to the music."
"Were you alone?"
"Yes, sir."
"You chum with my boy, don't you?"