"Well, then, Clyde, how was it, after all that, and even though that dreadful accident had occurred, you could run away and stay away so long without so much as one word to tell her that you were by no means as guilty as you seemed and that she shouldn't worry because you were working and trying to be a good boy again?"
"But I did write her—only I didn't sign my name."
"I see. Anything else?"
"Yes, sir. I sent her a little money. Ten dollars once."
"But you didn't think of going back at all?"
"No, sir. I was afraid that if I went back they might arrest me."
"In other words," and here Jephson emphasized this with great clearness, "you were a moral and mental coward, as Mr. Belknap, my colleague, said."
"I object to this interpretation of this defendant's testimony for the benefit of the jury!" interrupted Mason.
"This defendant's testimony really needs no interpretation. It is very plain and honest, as any one can see," quickly interjected Jephson.
"Objection sustained!" called the judge. "Proceed. Proceed."