"Well, now, which one of these men did you leave home with—Busby or Kitsong?"
Her head drooped, and while she wavered Raines interposed, arguing that the question was not pertinent. But Carmody insisted, and soon developed the fact that she was much more eager to defend Busby than Kitsong. She denied that he had ever cursed Watson or threatened to do him harm, but the coroner forced her to admit that Busby had told her of having had trouble with the dead man, and then, thrusting a pair of shoes at her, he sternly asked:
"Are these your shoes?"
"No, sir," she firmly declared.
Her answer surprised Hanscom and dazed the sheriff, who exclaimed beneath his breath, "The little vixen!"
Carmody's tone sharpened: "Do you mean to tell me that these are not the shoes you wore in town yesterday?"
"No, I don't mean that."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean they're not my shoes. They belong to that Kauffman girl. I found them in that cabin."
Hanscom sprang to his feet. "She's lying, Your Honor."