“Y-e-e-s, s-i-r,” hesitated the thick head.
“Are you willing to swear to the same thing now?”
“N-n-o, your honor,—that is, not hexactly. Someway he don’t look the same now as he did then.”
“Then you don’t think he is the person who took the horse from you?”
“No, sir, I can’t rightly say as I do now, seeing as the man with the pistols was bigger every way than this one. If ’e ’adn’t been ’e wouldn’t got the ’orse so heasy, I can tell you, sir. Besides it was so hearly that the light was dim an’ I didn’t see ’is face good anyway. But when we caught him ’e ’ad the ’orse an’ the bag an’ the pistols.”
“When you caught who?”
“The ’orse-thief. I mean this young man.”
“And you recognized him then?”
“Yes, sir, I knowed ’im by the bag, an’ the ’orse.”
“But you say he was a much larger man than this one.”