“Your Honor,” said Johnny, “I want to get this down on the record in black and white. Someone who has never seen me may have to pass on this evidence before we get done. I want that person to be sure of my size.”
“Objection overruled.”
“Please describe me—as to size—Mr. Hales.”
“A very small man,” answered Hales sulkily.
“In your opinion, when I shot Adam Forbes did I stand on my saddle? Or could I have inflicted a wound such as you have described by simply kneeling on my saddle—”
“I object!”
“—if Adam Forbes rode a horse big enough to carry his weight, and I rode a horse fourteen hands high?”
Wade leaped to his feet and flung out his hands. “I object!” he shrilled.
“Objection sustained. The question is most improper. I shall instruct myself to disregard it in making my decision.”
“That’s all,” said Johnny Dines; and sat down.