"Six dollars and sixty-five cents." This was stated with great exactness. It was the amount of this appalling sum that had, no doubt, crushed out her last ray of hope.
"Did you sell any whiskey?"
"Yes, I tol' the Judge so." Still no break in her voice. It was only another statement.
"Oh! you kept a saloon?"
"No."
"How did you sell it, then?"
"Jest out of a kag—in a cup."
"Had you ever sold any before?"
"No."
"Why did you sell it, then?"