Then he called Simon Craft to the witness-stand. There was a stir of excitement in the room; every one was curious to see this witness and to hear his evidence.
The old man did not present an unfavorable appearance, as he sat, leaning on his cane, dressed in his new black suit, waiting for the examination to begin. He looked across the bar into the faces of the people with the utmost calmness. He was perfectly at his ease. He knew that what he was about to tell was absolutely true in all material respects, and this fact inspired him with confidence in his ability to tell it effectually. It relieved him, also, of the necessity for that constant evasion and watchfulness which had characterized his efforts as a witness in other cases.
The formal questions relating to his residence, age, occupation, etc., were answered with alacrity.
Then Sharpman, pointing to Ralph, asked the witness:—
"Do you know this boy?"
"I do," answered Craft, unhesitatingly.
"What is his name?"
"Ralph Burnham."
"When did you first see him?"
"On the night of May 13, 1859."