“Why didn't you report before?”
“Why we thought we'd git 'em ourselves, and if we had we wouldn't 'a troubled yuh—and I guess they wouldn't 'a troubled us much longer. But they are so slick—so blank slick!”
“Mr. Cadwaller, we don't allow any profanity in this court room,” said the Commissioner in a quiet voice.
“Eh? Who's givin' yuh profanity? I don't mean no profanity. I'm talkin' about them blank blank—”
“Stop, Mr. Cadwaller!” said the Commissioner. “We must end this interview if you cannot make your statements without profanity. This is Her Majesty's court of Justice and we cannot tolerate any unbecoming language.
“Waal, I'll be—!”
“Pardon me, Mr. Commissioner,” said Mr. Hiram S. Sligh, interrupting his friend and client. “Perhaps I may make a statement. We've lost some twenty or thirty horses.”
“Thirty-one” interjected Mr. Raimes quietly.
“Thirty-one!” burst in Mr. Cadwaller indignantly. “That's only one little bunch.”
“And,” continued Mr. Sligh, “we have traced them right up to the Blood reserve. More than that, Mr. Raimes has seen the horses in the possession of the Indians and we want your assistance in recovering our property.”