“Wa’al,” he said at length, “I didn’t see it very plain. It was dark at the time.”
“Yet you have stated to the court under oath that you saw Dan Hardy very plainly when you got up to get something to stop your toothache. You have testified that you saw him have a bundle. Now I want you to state to the court the size of that bundle.”
The room was very still now. Clearly something was coming, and the crowd did not want to miss it.
“Wa’al, I guess it was about as big as a quart measure,” said Mr. Lee at length.
“You swear to that?”
“I s’pose so.”
“That will do.”
There was a murmur of surprise at the sudden ending of the storekeeper’s testimony.
“Is that all?” asked Mr. Lee, apparently much relieved.
“Yes. Call Silas Martin.”