"Ain't that what you ought to have done? Ain't it?"
Davy hesitated. "Yes, sir."
There was a slight shuffling movement among the men crowded about. Somebody cleared his throat. Mr. Kirby resumed:
"This block you been tellin' about—how was it fastened to the dog?"
"There was a chain fastened to the block by a staple. The other end was fastened to the collar."
"How heavy do you think that block was?"
"About ten pound, I reckon."
"Five," broke in Old Man Thornycroft with a sneer.
Mr. Kirby turned to him. "You fetched it with you, didn't you? I told you to. It's evidence. Bob Kelley, go out to Mr. Thornycroft's buggy an' bring that block of wood into court."