“Heard the red-skins call him that name,” replied Bill.
“Was he, at this time, dressed in the uniform of the Continental army?”
“No, not exactly. He had on huntin’ clothes like the Injuns. He also wore a white, shaggy jacket, jist like the ghost had last night.”
“Never mind, Hawkins, what the ghost had, but the prisoner,” said the justice, smiling. “You think he was clothed in some garment made of white, shaggy fur?”
“Yes, yer honor, jist that.”
“Are there any more to testify in this case?” asked the judge, glancing around the room.
There was a brief silence, and then Putney, with the assistance of a soldier, conducted a man to where the judges were seated.
The stranger stopped and looked around him at the crowd in wild dismay, until at length his eyes rested upon the prisoner, when he gave a sudden start, but immediately recovered himself.
However, all perceived this strange conduct on the part of the new witness.
“Who is this you have here?” asked the judge.