"Have you all your witnesses, Bowen?" inquired the presiding magistrate.
"All but one, sir, and I expect him here directly; I have sent after him," was the reply. "In fact, I'm not sure but he is here," added the man, standing on tiptoe, and stretching his neck upwards; "the crowd's so great one can't see who's here and who isn't. If he can be heard first, his evidence may be conclusive, and save the trouble of examining the others."
"You can call him," observed the magistrate. "If he is here, he will answer. What's the name?"
"James Sanders, your worship."
"Call James Sanders," returned his worship, exalting his voice.
The call was made in obedience, and "James Sanders!" went ringing through the court; and walls and roof echoed the cry.
But there was no other answer.