He seemed on the point of making some protest which the action of the officer alone restrained.
Cartwright, after the oath had been administered, began in a voice so low that the jury stretched their necks to listen:
"Miss Moore, do you know the prisoner?"
"Yes, sir, I know Bud." She had one end of the shawl between her fingers and was twisting it aimlessly. Every eye in the room was fastened upon her.
"How long have you known him?"
There was a pause, and then she said in a faint voice:
"Ever since he and me growed up."
"Ever since you and he grew up, eh?" This repetition was in a loud voice, so that any juryman dull of hearing might catch it. "Was he at your house on the night of the robbery?"
"Yes, sir."
"At what time?"