"That's all for the present. No; wait a moment. What particular article did you sell to Zack Cameron?"
Campion hesitated for a barely perceptible interval; then he answered steadily: "A pint of whiskey, sir."
"You knew that you were breaking the law?"
"Yes, sir."
On the whole Campion's testimony had been in his favor. His answers had been clear and apparently ingenuous, and his frank admission of the minor offence of illicit liquor selling added weight to his other statements.
Zack Cameron, on being closely interrogated, owned that he had not been entirely truthful about the presence of strangers at the "Hundred" on the morning in question. He admitted that the peddler, Dave Campion, had appeared on the south lawn a few minutes after he and Zeb has started on their post-meridian stint.
"What did you buy of him?"
Zack rolled his eyes, and looked excessively uncomfortable.
"Campion says it was a pint of whiskey. Is that true?"
"Yassah, dat am puffeckly c'rect. You see, Boss, I had a toofache——"