The prosecuting lawyer now beckoned to the sheriff, who handed down to him, from off his high desk, Tom's pistol.
"Tell the jury whether this looks like the pistol."
"'T was just such a one as that. I can't say it was that, but it was hung to the stock like that, an' about as long in the barrel."
"What did Grayson do when he had shot George, and what did you do?"
"Tom run off as fast as his feet could carry him, an' I went up towards George, who'd fell over. He was dead ag'inst I could get there. Then purty soon the crowd come a-runnin' up to see what the fracas was."
After bringing out some further details Allen turned to his opponent with an air of confidence and said:
"You can have the witness, Mr. Lincoln."
There was a brief pause, during which the jurymen changed their positions on the hard seats, making a little rustle as they took their right legs from off their left and hung their left legs over their right knees, or vice versa. In making these changes they looked inquiringly at one another, and it was clear that their minds were so well made up that even a judge's charge in favor of the prisoner, if such a thing had been conceivable, would have gone for nothing. Lincoln at length rose slowly from his chair, and stood awhile in silence, regarding Sovine, who seemed excited and nervous, and who visibly paled a little as his eyes sought to escape from the lawyer's gaze.
"You said you were with Lockwood just before the shooting?" the counsel asked.
"Yes." Dave was all alert and answered promptly.