Counsel, shaking his finger and speaking with something like malevolence in his voice and manner: "Don't you know, Mr. Yollop, that this man was so exhausted from lack of food that he was not only unable to defend himself from your assault but that the weakest blow—or even a gentle push with the open hand,—would have sent him sprawling?"
Yollop: "I don't know anything about that."
Counsel: "Wasn't he so weak that he could hardly walk across the room after he arose?"
Yollop: "Possibly. He was not too weak, however, to climb up two floors on a fire escape and pry open my window before I,—"
Counsel: "Now,—now,—now! Please answer my question?"
Yollop: "He complained of being dizzy. He held his hand to his jaw. That's all I can say."
Counsel: "You were pointing the revolver at him all the time, you have testified. Is that true?"
Yollop: "Yes."
Counsel: "If he had made an attempt to attack you, you would have shot him, wouldn't you?"
Yollop: "I would have shot AT him, I suppose."