"
"How do you fix the time?"
"I had just wound the clock when Bud come in."
"How, Mr. Tilden, how far is it to the cross-roads where the
mail-carrier says he was robbed?"
"About a mile and a half from my place."
"And how long would it take an able-bodied man to walk it?"
"'Bout fifteen minutes."
"Not more?"
"No, sir."
The Government's attorney had no questions to ask, and said so with a
certain assumed nonchalance.
Cartwright bowed smilingly, dismissed Bud's father with a satisfied
gesture of the hand, looked over the court-room with the air of a man
who was unable at the moment to find what he wanted, and in a low voice
called: "Jennetta Mooro!"
The girl, who sat within three feet of Cartwright, having followed the
old man almost to the witness-stand, rose timidly, drew her shawl closer
about her shoulders, and took the seat vacated by Bud's father. She had
that half-fed look in her face which one sometimes finds in the women of
the mountain-districts. She was frightened and very pale.
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