“At that time did the prisoner speak to you?”
“Yas, he asket me where is Ballards’ folks, und I tol’ heem by peek-neek, und he asket me where is it for a peek-neek is dey gone, und I tol’ heem by Carter’s woods by der river, und he asket me is Mees Betty gone by dem yet or is she home, und I tol’ heem yas she is gone mit, und he is off like der vind on hees horse already.”
“When did you see the prisoner next?”
“By Ballards’ yard dot time.”
“What time?”
“It vas Sunday morning I seen heem, talkin’ mit her.”
“With whom was he talking?”
“Oh, he talk mit Ballards’ girl––Mees Betty. Down by der spring house I seen heem go, und he kiss her plenty––I seen heem.”
“You are sure it was the prisoner you saw? You are sure it was not Peter Craigmile, Jr.?”
“Sure it vas heem I saw. Craikmile’s son, he vas lame, und valk by der crutch all time. No, it vas dot man dere I saw.”