"Yes, sir."
Mitch took a pistol out of his pocket and handed it to my pa.
Then Mrs. Rainey, who was still sittin' in the court room, fainted dead away. And some women and a doctor came up and carried her out. Temple Scott was white as death, and was leanin' his head on his hand and lookin' down.
And then my pa went on.
"Where has this pistol been since that night?"
"Buried."
"Where?"
"In Montgomery's woods."
"How?"
"In a cigar box."