"If you choose."
"They are F.C. Wickersham and a hireling of his, Mr. J. Quincy Plume."
There was a stir among the directors. Keith had named both men. It was a fortunate shot.
"By Jove! Brought down a bird with each barrel," said Mr. Yorke, who was one of the directors, to another in an undertone.
Keith proceeded to give the history of the mine and of its rival mine, the Wickersham property.
During the cross-examination Norman sat a silent witness. Beyond a look of satisfaction when Keith made his points clearly or countered on his antagonist with some unanswerable fact, he had taken no part in the colloquy. Up to this time Keith had not referred to him or even looked at him, but he glanced at him now, and the expression on his face decided Keith.
"Mr. Wentworth, there, knows the facts. He knows F.C. Wickersham as well as I do, and he has been on the ground."
There was a look of surprise on the face of nearly every one present. How could he dare to say it!
"Oh, I guess we all know him," said one, to relieve the tension.
Norman bowed his assent.