"I did," answered Hank.
"I object," yelled Smythe, trembling like a leaf.
"Overruled," said Brockway in a kind of tired way.
"Do you owe this note?" asked Mac.
"You bet I do," answered Hank, "and got the money to pay it. I went to Dakota and forgot about the darned note. Bloxham shipped the machinery out there to me. It's my note all right; Hen Peters never saw it till Smythe got it."
The room was full of wilted experts. This did not appeal to them at all. McKenzie laughed fiendishly, as if he'd had this thing arranged all the time. The jury looked foolish, all but the one that hollered "Whay!" and he looked mad. I could see Hen reviving, and throwing off his grouch at Hank. Fillmore Smythe said he had a question or two in cross-examination.
"What kin are you to the defendant?" he asked.
"That's a disputed point," replied Hank. "I dunno's I'm any by blood."
"Are you not related to him in any way?" asked Fillmore, prying into things the way they do.
"You bet I am," spoke up Hank, looking over at Fanny, and getting red in the face. "He don't know about it; but since night before last I've been his son-in-law."