"Twenty feet."
"You said 'or more' awhile ago."
"Well, 't wusn't no less, p'r'aps," said Dave, showing signs of worry. "You don't think I measured it, do yeh?"
"There were no lights nearer than three-quarters of a mile?"
"No," said the witness, the cold perspiration beading on his face as he saw Lincoln's trap opening to receive him.
"You don't mean to say that the platform torches up by the preachers' tent gave any light three-quarters of a mile away and in the woods?"
"No, of course not."
"How could you see Tom and know that it was he that fired, when the only light was nearly a mile away, and inside a circle of tents?"
"Saw by moonlight," said Sovine, snappishly, disposed to dash at any gap that offered a possible way of escape.
"What sort of trees were there on the ground?"