Then he 'rested me!"
The jury was all attention now; the several exhibits were coming into
view. One fat, red-faced juror, who had a dyed mustache and looked like
a sporting man, would have laughed outright had not the Judge checked
him with a stern look.
"You didn't put the dime there, did you?" the young attorney asked, in a
tone that implied a negative answer.
"No, sir; I don't take no money for what I give a man." This came with a
slight touch of indignation.
"Do you know who put it there?"
"Well, there warn't nobody but Luke Shanders could 'a' done it, 'cause
nobody had the glass but him. I heard since that it was all a put-up
job, that they had swore I kep' a roadside, and they had sot the dep'ty
onto me; but I don't like to think men kin be so mean, and I ain't
a-sayin' it now. If they knew what I've suffered for what they done to
me, they couldn't help but feel sorry for me if they're human."
He stopped and passed his hands wearily over his forehead. The jury sat
still, their eyes riveted on the speaker.
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