"A man who would shoot a horse like that might shoot a man, 'pears to me," said a third.
"All right," said Carmody. "Mr. Hanscom, you may answer. Did you recognize the man who fired that shot?"
"No, he was too far away; but the horse he rode was a sorrel—the same animal which the Cuneo girl rode."
Raines interrupted: "Will you swear to that?"
"No, I won't swear to it, but I think—"
Raines was savage. "Mr. Coroner, we don't want what the witness thinks—we want what he knows."
"Tell us what you know," commanded Carmody.
"I know this," retorted Hanscom. "The man who fired that shot rode a sorrel blaze-faced pony and was a crack gunman. To drop a running horse at that distance is pretty tolerable shooting, and it ought to be easy to prove who the gunner was. I've heard say Henry Kitsong—"
"I object!" shouted Raines, and Carmody sustained the objection.
"Passing now to your capture of the housebreakers," said he, "tell the jury how you came to arrest the girl."