[“‘Tell the truth, you fool!’”]
It was Abner Pickett who spoke that time, standing his full six feet two and pointing his long forefinger at the disconcerted witness. Again every eye in the court room was turned on the speaker. His arm was grasped roughly by a tipstaff, who hurried to his side.
“Don’t remove him,” said Marshall. “I shall want him on the stand in a moment.”
“The sooner, the better,” replied the old man, shaking off the grasp of the officer and dropping into his seat.
Marshall turned to the witness.
“Answer my question,” he demanded sharply, “yes or no.”
“Yes,” replied Gabriel.
“Who said so?”
“Abner Pickett.”