“An’ how did he look?”
“Oh! he was tall an’ had red cheeks an’ blue eyes an’ light hair, hadn’t he, Gabriel?”
“Gabriel, who was it? Speak!”
Abner Pickett had turned upon Gabriel and made his demand so abruptly, so savagely, that the man was almost too frightened to reply.
“Why—why—” he stammered.
“Well, speak! speak! speak!”
“Why, I don’t rightly know, Mr. Pickett. I wa’n’t payin’ no attention to that one. I was lookin’ at the other one; the little one with black whiskers, the smart one, the—”
“Didn’t you see the other one at all? Don’t you know who it was? Hadn’t you ever seen ’im before? Speak!”
“Why, Mr. Pickett, as I was tellin’ ye, I didn’t pay no partic’ler attention to that one. I was—”