"Sit down!" shouted Raines.
The entire audience rose like a wave under the influence of the passion in these voices; the sheriff shouted for silence and order, and Carmody hammered on his desk, commanding everybody to be seated. At last, when he could be heard, he rebuked Hanscom.
"You're out of order," he said, and, turning to Raines, requested him to take his seat.
Raines shook his fist at the ranger. "You can't address such remarks to a witness. You sit down."
Hanscom was defiant. "I will subside when you do."
"Sit down, both of you!" roared Carmody.
They took seats, but eyed each other like animals crouching to spring.
Carmody lectured them both, and, as he cooled, Hanscom apologized. "I'm sorry I spoke," he said; "but the ownership of those shoes has got to be proved. I know they belong to this girl!"
"We'll come to that; don't you worry," said Carmody, and he turned to Rita, who was cowering in the midst of this uproar like a mountain quail. "Who told you to deny the ownership of these shoes?"
"Nobody."