"No, sir, I don't," replied Jack, red and perspiring.
"That's all!" cried the attorney, leaning back in his chair with dramatic complacency.
Others of Harold's companions were brow-beaten into declaring that he led them into all kinds of raids, and when Talcott tried to stem this tide by objection, the prosecution rose to say that the testimony was competent; that it was designed to show the dangerous character of the prisoner. "He is no gentle and guileless youth, y'r Honor, but a reckless young devil, given to violence. No one will go further than I in admiration of the Reverend Mr. Excell, but the fact of the son's lawless life can not be gainsaid."
Slocum repeated his story on the stand and was unshaken by Bradley's cross-examination. Suddenly the defense said: "Stand, please."
Slocum arose—a powerful, full-grown man.
Bradley nodded at Harold. "Stand also."
"I object," shrieked the prosecution.
"State the objection," said the judge.
"Keep your position," said Bradley sternly. "I want the jury to compare you."
As the prisoner and the witness faced each other the court room blossomed with smiles. Harold looked very pale and delicate beside the coarse, muscular hostler, who turned red and looked foolish.