“What was in it?”
“I don’t know. It was open, close to me, where I sat in the parlor. I saw some lace, some women’s gloves, or mitts. I didn’t look again.”
“Did you see it after that?”
“Yes.”
“Where was it?”
“Near the gate—outside the gate, in the edge of the brush. I thought it odd it should be there. I was sure I’d seen it up at the house, the only time I was in the house. You were there.”
“Shore I was! She said all her father’s land scrip was in that box; we all said it’d be worth money some day to any cowman. You heard it. You knowed where the trunk was and what was in it.”
“Yes; so did you.”
“Then why did you put it in your wagon that was going back to Gonzales.”
“I did not. That is either a mistake or a lie.”