“Mr. Hales, will you tell His Honor what color was the calf I branded in Redgate Cañon, day before yesterday, about two o’clock in the afternoon?”
“I don’t know,” answered Hales sulkily.
“Oh! You didn’t see it, then?”
“No.”
“Then you are not able to state that it was a calf belonging to Adam Forbes?”
“No.”
Johnny’s eyes sought the window. “Nor whether it was a calf or a yearling?”
“Of course not.”
“Did you see me brand the calf?”