As she pushed
her poke-bonnet back from her ears her unkempt brown hair fell about
her neck.
But Tilden, at mention of her name, half-started from his chair and
would have risen to his feet had not the officer laid his hand upon him.
He seemed on the point of making some protest which the action of the
officer alone restrained.
Cartwright, after the oath had been administered, began in a voice so
low that the jury stretched their necks to listen:
"Miss Moore, do you know the prisoner?"
"Yes, sir, I know Bud." She had one end of the shawl between her fingers
and was twisting it aimlessly. Every eye in the room was fastened
upon her.
"How long have you known him?"
There was a pause, and then she said in a faint voice:
"Ever since he and me growed up."
"Ever since you and he grew up, eh?" This repetition was in a loud
voice, so that any juryman dull of hearing might catch it. "Was he at
your house on the night of the robbery?"
"Yes, sir."
"At what time?"
"'Bout ten o'clock.
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