Stacy named them, pointing to each one, the justice eyeing them frowningly. Tad had groaned when Stacy told his story—his second story. He saw that the boy had made his own case as bad as it could be made, through his desire to glorify himself.
"Thaddeus Butler, stand up!" commanded the justice. "What do you know about this case, young man?" he demanded.
"No more than you already have heard, sir."
"Were you a witness to the killing?"
"No, sir."
"When was your attention first attracted to it?"
"When I heard my companion call out."
"Was the moose dead when you reached the scene?"
"Practically."
"Brown had killed it?"