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XII
“Ostrich, n. A large bird to which (for its sins, doubtless) nature has denied the hinder toe in which so many pious naturalists have seen a conspicuous evidence of design. The absence of a good working pair of wings is no defect, for, as has been ingeniously pointed out, the ostrich does not fly.”
– The Devil’s Dictionary.
“Fare you well:
Hereafter, in a better world than this,
I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.”
– As You Like It.
Mr. Benjamin Attlebury Wade paced a narrow beat on the matted floor. Johnny Dines, shirt-sleeved, in the prisoners’ box, leaned forward in his chair to watch, delighted. Mr. Benjamin Attlebury Wade was prosecuting attorney, and the mat was within the inclosure of the court room, marked off by a wooden rail to separate the law’s machinery from the materi – That has an unpleasant sound. To separate the taxpayer from – No, that won’t do. To separate the performers from the spectators – that is much better. But even that has an offensive sound. Unintentionally so; groping, we near the heart of the mystery; the rail was to keep back the crowd and prevent confusion. That it has now become a sacramental barrier, a symbol and a sign of esoteric mystery, is not the rail’s fault; it is the fault of the people on each side of the rail. Mr. Wade had been all the long forenoon examining Caney and Weir, and was now searching the deeps of his mind for a last question to put to Mr. Hales, his last witness. Mr. Wade’s brow was furrowed with thought; his hands were deep in his own pockets. Mr. Wade’s walk was leisurely important and fascinating to behold. His foot raised slowly and very high, very much as though those pocketed hands had been the lifting agency. When he reached the highest point of each step his toe turned up, his foot paused, and then felt furtively for the floor – quite as if he were walking a rope, or as if the floor might not be there at all. The toe found the floor, the heel followed cautiously, they planted themselves on the floor and took a firm grip there; after which the other foot ventured forward. With such stealthy tread the wild beast of prey creeps quivering to pounce upon his victim. But Mr. Wade never leaped. And he was not wild.
The court viewed Mr. Wade’s constitutional with some impatience, but Johnny Dines was charmed by it; he felt a real regret when Mr. Wade turned to him with a ferocious frown and snapped: “Take the witness!”
Mr. Wade parted his coat tails and sat down, performing that duty with the air of a sacrament. Johnny did not rise. He settled back comfortably in his chair and looked benevolently at the witness.
“Now, Mr. Hales, about that yearling I branded in Redgate cañon – what color was it?”
Mr. Wade rose, indignant.
“Your honor, I object! The question is irrelevant, incompetent and immaterial. Aside from its legal status, such a question is foolish and absurd, and an insult to the court.”
“Why, now, I didn’t object to any of your foolish and absurd questions all morning.” Johnny’s eyes widened with gentle reproach. “I let you ask all the questions you wanted.”
Mr. Wade’s nose twisted to a triumphant sneer.
“‘He who is his own lawyer has a fool for a client!’”
“I didn’t want to take any unfair advantage,” explained Johnny.
“Gentlemen! Gentlemen!” expostulated the court.
“You gallows meat!” snarled Wade. “You dirty – ”
Johnny shook his head in a friendly warning. “He means you, too,” he whispered.
The gavel fell heavily. The court rose up and the court’s eyes narrowed.
“This bickering has got to stop! It is disgraceful. I don’t want to see any more of it. Mr. Wade, for that last remark of yours you ought to pay a heavy fine, and you know it very well. This prisoner is being tried for murder. That does not make him a murderer. Your words were unmanly, sir.”
“May it please the court,” said Wade, white faced and trembling with rage, “I acknowledge myself entirely wrong, and I beg the court’s pardon. I own that I was exasperated. The prisoner insulted me grossly.”
“You insulted him first. You have been doing it right along. You lawyers are always browbeating witnesses and prisoners. You get ’em where they can’t talk back and then you pelt ’em with slurs and hints and sneers and insults. You take a mean advantage of your privileged position to be overbearing and arrogant. I’ve watched you at it. I don’t think it is very sporting to say in the court room what you wouldn’t dare say on the street. But when someone takes a whack at you – wow! that’s different! Then you want the court to protect you.” He paused to consider.
The justice of the peace – Judge Hinkle, Andy Hinkle – was a slim, wizened man, brown handed, brown faced, lean and wrinkled, with thin gray hair and a thin gray beard and faded blue eyes, which could blaze blue fire on occasion. Such fire, though a mild one, now died away from those old eyes, and into them crept a slightly puzzled expression. He looked hard at Mr. Wade and he looked hard at Mr. Dines. Then he proceeded.
“Mr. Wade, this court – Oh, let’s cut out the court – that makes me tired! ‘This court fines you twenty-five dollars for contempt of court.’ How would that sound?”
Wade managed a smile, and bowed, not ungracefully. “It would sound unpleasant – perhaps a little severe, sir.”
The court twinkled. “I was only meaning how silly it seemed to a plain man for him to have to refer to himself as the court. I’m not going to fine you, Mr. Wade – not this time. I could, of course, but I won’t. It would be unfair to lecture you first and then fine you. Besides, there is something else. You have had great provocation and I feel compelled to take that into consideration. Your apology is accepted. I don’t know who began it – but if you have been insulting the prisoner it is no less true that the prisoner has been aggravating you. I don’t know as I ever saw a more provoking man. I been keepin’ an eye on him – his eyebrows, the corners of his eyes, the corners of his mouth, his shoulder-shrugging, and his elbows, and his teeth and his toes. Mr. Wade, your moldy old saw about a fool for a client was never more misplaced. This man can out talk you and never open his mouth. I’d leave him alone if I was you – he might make a fool of you.”
Johnny half opened his mouth. The judge regarded him sternly. The mouth closed hastily. Johnny dimpled. The judge’s hammer fell with a crash.
“I give you both fair notice right now,” said Judge Hinkle, “if you start any more of this quarreling I’m goin’ to slap on a fine that’ll bring a blister.”
Johnny rose timidly and addressed the court.
“Your Honor, I’m aimin’ to ’tend strictly to my knittin’ from now on. But if I should make a slip, and you do have to fine me – couldn’t you make it a jail sentence instead? I’m awful short of money, Your Honor.”
He reached behind him and hitched up the tail of his vest with both hands, delicately; this accomplished, he sank into his chair, raised his trousers gently at the knee and gazed about him innocently.
“My Honor will be – ”
The judge bit the sentence in two, leaving the end in doubt; he regarded the prisoner with baleful attention. The prisoner gazed through a window. The judge beckoned to Mr. Gwinne, who sat on the front seat between See and Hobby Lull. Mr. Gwinne came forward. The judge leaned across the desk.
“Mr. Gwinne, do you feed this prisoner well?”
“Yes, sir.”
“About what, now, for instance?”
“Oh – beefsteak, ham and eggs, enchilados, canned stuff – most anything.”
“Mr. Gwinne, if I told you to put this prisoner on a strict ration, would you obey orders?”
“I certainly would.”
“That’s all,” said the judge. “Thank you. Mr. Dines, you may go on with the case. The witness may answer the question. Objection overruled. State your question again, Mr. Dines.”
“Mr. Hales, will you tell His Honor what color was the calf I branded in Redgate Cañon, day before yesterday, about two o’clock in the afternoon?”
“I don’t know,” answered Hales sulkily.
“Oh! You didn’t see it, then?”
“No.”
“Then you are not able to state that it was a calf belonging to Adam Forbes?”
“No.”
Johnny’s eyes sought the window. “Nor whether it was a calf or a yearling?”
“Of course not.”
“Did you see me brand the calf?”
“I did not!” Hales spat out the words with venomous emphasis. Johnny was unmoved.
“Will you tell the court if the brand I put on this heifer calf or bull yearling was my brand or Adam Forbes’ brand?”
The gavel fell.
“Objection!” barked Wade.
“Sustained. The question is improperly put. The witness need not answer it. The counsel for the defense need not continue along these lines. I am quite able to distinguish between evidence and surmise, between a stated fact and unfair suggestion.”
“Does Your Honor mean to insinuate – ”
“Sit down, Mr. Wade! Sit down! My Honor does not mean to insinuate anything. My Honor means to state that you have been trying to throw dust in my eyes. My Honor wishes to state that you should never have been allowed to present your evidence in any such shape, and if the prisoner had been represented by a competent lawyer you would not have been allowed – ”
The judge checked himself; his face fell; he wheeled his chair slowly and glared at the prisoner with awful solemnity. “Dines! Is that why you made no objections? So the prosecuting attorney would queer himself with this court by attempting unfair tactics? Answer me, sir!”
“But is it likely, Your Honor, that I could see ahead as far as that?”
“Humph!” snorted His Honor. He turned back to the prosecuting attorney. “Mr. Wade, I am keeping cases on you. Your questions have been artfully framed to lead a simple old man astray – to bewilder him until he is ready to accept theory, surmise and suggestion as identical with a statement of facts or statements purporting to be facts. I’m simple and old, all right – but I never did learn to lead.”
Mr. Benjamin Attlebury Wade sprang to his feet.
“Your Honor, I protest! You have been openly hostile to the prosecution from the first.”
“Ah!” said the judge mildly. “You fear my remarks may unduly influence my decision – is that it? Calm yourself, Mr. Wade. I cannot say that I blame you much, however. You see, I think United States, and when I have to translate into the customary idiomcies of the law I do a bum job.” He turned his head and spoke confidentially to the delighted court room. “Boys, it’s gettin’ me!” he said. “Did you hear that chatter I put out, when all I wanted to say was that I still knew sugar from salt and sawdust from cornmeal – also, in any case of extreme importance, as hereinbefore mentioned, and taking in consideration the fine and subtle nuisances of delicate thought, as it were, whereas, being then and there loaded with shot and slugs, I can still tell a hawk from a handsaw. Why, I’m getting so I talk that jargon to my jackass when I wallop him over the place made and provided on him, the said jackass, with a curajo pole! I’ll tell you what – the first man I catch voting for me next year I’m going to pat him over the head with a pickhandle. You may proceed with the case, Mr. Dines.”
“This is an outrage!” bawled the furious and red-faced prosecutor. “This is an outrage! An outrage! These proceedings are a mockery! This whole trial is a travesty on justice!”
The gavel banged down.
“This court is now adjourned,” announced Judge Hinkle.
He leaned back in his chair and sighed luxuriously. He took out a pair of steel-rimmed spectacles and polished them; he held them poised delicately in one hand and beamed benevolently on the crowded court room.
“We have had a very trying forenoon,” observed Mr. Hinkle blandly. “Perhaps some of us are ruffled a little. But I trust that nothing which has happened in this court room will cause any hard feeling of a lasting character. And I strongly advise that under no circumstances will any of you feel impelled to take any man and put his head under a pump, and pump on his head.” The gavel rapped smartly. “This court will now come to order! Mr. Dines, as I remarked before recess, you will now proceed with the case.”
“I’ll not detain you long, Mr. Hales,” said Johnny. “I didn’t bother to cross-examine the previous witnesses” – he smiled upon Caney and Weir – “because they are suffering from the results of an accident. In the mines, as I hear. Mining is a dangerous business. Very. Sometimes a man is just one-sixteenth of a second slow – and it gets him trouble. I understand, Mr. Hales, that you three gentlemen were together when you found the murdered man?”
“Yes.”
“You had been prospecting together?”
“Prospecting, and looking for saddle thieves.”
“Did you find the saddle thieves?”
“No; I told you once.”
“No,” said Johnny; “you told Mr. Wade. Find any mines?”
“Yes.”
“Good prospect?”
“I think so.”
“Um – yes.” Johnny hesitated, and fell silent. Hales fidgeted. “And the murdered man,” began Johnny slowly, and stopped. Hales heaved a sigh of relief. Johnny darted a swift glance at the judge. “And the murdered man had been shot three times?”
“Three times. In the back.”
“The shots were close together?”
“Yes. My hand would have covered all three.”
“Sure of that?”
“Positive.”
“In your opinion, these shots had been fired at close range?”
An interruption came. Four men trooped into the door, booted and spurred; three of the John Cross men – Tom Ross, Frank Bojarquez, Will Foster; with Hiram Yoast, of the Bar Cross: four fit to stand by Cæsar. A stir ran through the court room. They raised their hands to Johnny in grave salute; they filed to a bench together.
Johnny repeated the question: “You say, Mr. Hales, that these three shots had been fired at close range?”
“The dead man’s shirt was burned. The gun must have been almost between his shoulder blades.”
“Was there any blood on Forbes’ saddle?”
“I didn’t see Forbes’ saddle,” growled Hales; “or Forbes’ horse.”
“Oh, yes. But in your opinion, Forbes was riding when he was killed?”
“In my opinion, he was.”
“What makes you think so?”
“We found the tracks where Forbes was dragged, twenty feet or so, before his foot come loose from the stirrup, and blood in the track all the way. I told all this before.”
“So you did, so you did. Now about these wounds. Did the path of the bullets range up or down from where they entered the body?”
“Down.”
“Sure of that?”
“Yes.”
“Did you examine the body?”
“How else would I know? Of course I did.”
“Show the court, on your own body, about where the wounds were located.”
“They went in about here” – indicating – “and come out about here.”
“Thank you. Then the shots passed obliquely through the body, entering behind, somewhere near the left shoulder blade, and coming out at a point slightly lower, and under the right breast?”
“About that, yes.”
“All indicating that the murderer rode at his victim’s left hand, and a little behind him, when these shots were fired?”
“I think so, yes.”
“And that the gun muzzle must have been a little higher than the wounds made by the entering bullets, because the bullets passed through the body with a slightly downward trend?”
“That is right.”
“How big was the murdered man?”
“He was a very large man.”
“Very heavy or very tall?”
“Both, I should say. It is hard to judge a dead man’s height. He was very heavily built.”
“You lifted him?”
“I turned him over.”
“How tall was he, would you say?”
“I tell you, I don’t know.” Hales was visibly more impatient with each question.
“Of course you don’t know. But you can make a guess. Come, give the court your estimate.”
“Not less than six feet, I should say. Probably more.”
“Did you see Adam Forbes’ horse – no, you told us that. But you saw my horse when you arrested me?”
“Yes.”
“Was my horse a small horse or a large one?”
“A small one.”
Johnny rose and strolled to the window.
“Well, about how high?”
“About fourteen hands. Possibly an inch more.”
“Would you know my horse again?”
“Certainly.”
“So you could swear to him?”
“Yes.”
“What color was he?”
“A grullo– a very peculiar shade of grullo– a sleek glossy, velvety blue.”
“Was he thin or fat?”
“Neither. Smooth – not fat.”
“Did you notice his brand?”
“Of course.”
“Describe it to the court.”
“He was branded K I M on the left hip.”
“On which side did his mane hang?”
“On the left.”
“Thank you. Now, Mr. Hales, would you describe me as a large man or a small one?”
Hales looked an appeal to the prosecutor.
“I object to that question – improper, irrelevant, incompetent and immaterial. And that is not all. This man, this man Dines, is arguing the case as he goes along, contrary to all rule.”
“I like it that way,” observed the judge placidly. “If he makes his point as the evidence is given, I’m not likely to miss any bets, as I might do if he waited for the summing up.”
“I objected to the question,” snapped the prosecutor. “I demand your ruling.”
“Has the defense anything to offer? That question would certainly seem to be superfluous on the face of it,” said the court, mildly.
“Your Honor,” said Johnny, “I want to get this down on the record in black and white. Someone who has never seen me may have to pass on this evidence before we get done. I want that person to be sure of my size.”
“Objection overruled.”
“Please describe me – as to size – Mr. Hales.”
“A very small man,” answered Hales sulkily.
“In your opinion, when I shot Adam Forbes did I stand on my saddle? Or could I have inflicted a wound such as you have described by simply kneeling on my saddle – ”
“I object!”
“ – if Adam Forbes rode a horse big enough to carry his weight, and I rode a horse fourteen hands high?”
Wade leaped to his feet and flung out his hands. “I object!” he shrilled.
“Objection sustained. The question is most improper. I shall instruct myself to disregard it in making my decision.”
“That’s all,” said Johnny Dines; and sat down.
“Any more witnesses for the prosecution, Mr. Wade?”
“No, sir. The prosecution rests.”
The judge turned back to Johnny. “Witnesses for the defense?”
“Call my horse,” said Johnny Dines.
“Your Honor, I object! This is preposterous – unheard of! We will admit the height of this accursed horse as being approximately fourteen hands, if that is what he wants to prove. I ask that you keep this buffoon in order. The trial has degenerated into farce-comedy.”
“Do you know, Mr. Wade, I seem to observe some tragic elements in this trial,” observed Hinkle. “I am curious to hear Mr. Dines state his motive in making so extraordinary a request from the court.”
“He’s trying to be funny!”
“No,” said the judge; “I do not think Mr. Dines is trying to be funny. If such is his idea, I shall find means to make him regret it. Will you explain, Mr. Dines? You are entitled to make a statement of what you expect to prove.”
Johnny rose.
“Certainly. Let me outline my plan of defense. I could not call witnesses until I heard the evidence against me. Now that I have heard the evidence, it becomes plain that, except for a flat denial by myself, no living man can speak for me. I was alone. When I take the stand presently, I shall state under oath precisely what I shall now outline to you briefly.
“On the day in question I was sent by Cole Ralston to Hillsboro to execute his orders, as I will explain in full, later. I came through MacCleod’s Park, started up a Bar Cross cow and her unbranded yearling, and I caught the yearling at the head of Redgate. While I was branding it, a big man – I have every reason to believe that this man was Adam Forbes – came down the cañon. He rode up where I was branding the yearling, talked to me, smoked a cigarette, gave me a letter to mail, and went back the way he came. I went to Garfield. My horse had lost a shoe, as the witnesses have stated. I nailed on a fresh shoe in Garfield, and came on. I was arrested about dark that night while on the road to Hillsboro. That is all my story. True or false, I shall not vary from it for any cross-examination.
“I shall ask Your Honor to consider that my story may be true. I shall ask Your Honor to consider that if my story is true no man may speak for me. I saw no other man between Upham and the Garfield ditch – twenty-five miles.
“You have heard the prosecution’s theory. It is that I was stealing a calf belonging to the dead man – branding it; that he caught me in the act, and that I foully murdered him. If I can prove the first part of that theory to be entirely false; if I can demonstrate that even if I killed Adam Forbes I certainly did not kill him in the manner or for the motive set forth by the theory of the prosecution – then you may perhaps believe my unsupported statement as to the rest of it. And that is what I can do, if allowed the opportunity. I cannot, by myself, now or at any other time, absolutely prove my statement to be true. I can and will prove the theory of the prosecution to be absolutely false. To do that I rely upon myself – not upon my statement, but upon myself, my body, so much flesh and blood and bone, considered as an exhibit in this case, taken in connection with all known or alleged facts; on myself and my horse; on Adam Forbes’ dead body and on the horse Adam Forbes rode that day; on the Bar Cross yearling I branded day before yesterday, a yearling that I can describe in detail, a yearling that can be found and must be found, a yearling that will be found following a Bar Cross cow. I have no fancy to be hanged by a theory. I demand to test that theory by facts. I demand that my horse be called to testify to the facts.”
“Mr. Gwinne, you may call the prisoner’s horse,” said the justice. “Spinal, you may act as the court’s officer while Gwinne is gone.”
“His name is Twilight,” added Johnny, “and he is over at the Gans stables.”
“I protest! Your Honor, I protest against such unmitigated folly,” stormed Mr. Benjamin Attlebury Wade, in a hot fury of exasperation. “You are making a mockery of the law! There is no precedent on record for anything like this.”
“Here’s where we make a new precedent, then,” observed the court cheerfully. “I have given my instructions, and I’d be willing to place a small bet on going through with my folly. I don’t know much about the law, but the people who put me here knew I didn’t know much about the law when they elected me – so I guess they aimed to have me get at the rights of things in my own way.” He twisted his scanty beard for a moment; his faded blue eyes peered over the rims of his glasses. “Not that it would make any great difference,” he added.
A little wearied from the strain of focalized effort, Johnny looked out across the blur of faces. Hobby Lull smiled at him, and Charlie See looked hardihood like his own. There were other friendly faces, many of them; and beyond and above them all shone the faces of his straining mates, Hiram and the three John Cross men.
“Judge, may I speak to the prisoner?” asked Hiram Yoast. He tugged at a grizzled foretop.
“You may.”
“Old-timer,” said Hiram, “we didn’t hear of you till late last night. We had moved on from Hermosa. That’s all, Your Honor. Thank you.”
“Will the learned counsel for the defense outline the rest of his program?” inquired the judge, with respectful gentleness.
“He will,” said Johnny. “I’ll have to ask you to continue the case until to-morrow, or maybe later – till I can get some of the Garfield men who can swear to the size of the horse Adam Forbes rode. Then I want – ”
Charlie See rose.
“I offer my evidence. I slept with Adam Forbes the night before he was killed; and I saw him start. He rode a big horse.”
“Thank you,” said Johnny. “I’ll call you after a while. Get yourself a reserved seat inside here. I knew Adam Forbes rode a big horse, and I can describe that horse – if Adam Forbes was the man I met in Redgate, which I’ve never doubted. A big blaze-faced bay with a Heart-Diamond brand. This way.” He traced on the wall a heart with an inscribed diamond. “But I want to call the men who brought in Adam Forbes. I want to question them about all the tracks they saw, before it rained. So you see, Your Honor, I’ll have to ask for a continuation. I can’t afford to be hanged to save the county a little money.”
“You’ll get your continuation.”
“But that isn’t all. That yearling I branded – he was from the river bosques, for he had his tail full of sand burs, and the bunch he was with was sure snaky. His mammy’s a Bar Cross cow and he’s a Bar Cross bull – and so branded by me. He’ll be back with her by this time. He had all the Hereford markings, just about perfect. His mammy wasn’t marked so good. She had a bald face and a line back, all right, and white feet and a white belly. But one of her stockings was outsize – run clear up her thigh – and she had two big white spots on her ribs on the nigh side. I didn’t see the other side. And one of her horns drooped a little – the right one. I would like to have you appoint a commission to bring them into court, or at any rate to interview them and get a statement of facts.”
“That’s reasonable,” said the judge. “Application granted.” He called to Tom Ross. “Tom, that’s your job. You and your three peelers find that Bar Cross cow – objection overruled – and that bull yearling. Mr. Clerk, you may so enter it, at the charge of Sierra County.”
Wade was on his feet again.
“But, Your Honor,” he gasped, “those men are the prisoner’s especial friends!”
“Exactly. That’s why they’ll find that calf. Results are what I’m after, and I don’t care a hang about methods.” He frowned. “Look here, Mr. Wade – am I to understand that you want this prisoner convicted whether he’s guilty or not?”
“No, no, certainly not. But why appoint those four men in particular? There is always the possibility of collusion.”
Judge Hinkle’s face became bleak and gray. He rose slowly. The court room grew suddenly still. Hinkle walked across the little intervening space and faced the prosecutor.
“Collision, perhaps you mean,” he said. His quiet, even voice was cutting in its contempt. “What do you think this is – a town full of thugs? I want you to know that those four men stand a damn sight higher in this community than you do. Sit down – you’re making an indecent exposure of your soul!”
As he went back to his desk, an oldish man came to the door and caught Hobby Lull’s eye. He beckoned. Hobby rose and went to the door. They held a whispered council in the anteroom.
Judge Hinkle busied himself with the papers on his desk for a moment. When he looked up his face had regained its wonted color.
“Here comes Gwinne with the horse,” announced Hobby Lull from the anteroom.
“Mr. Dines, how does your client propose to question that horse, if I may ask?” inquired the judge.
“I propose to prove by my horse,” said Johnny, “that though I may have murdered this man I certainly did not shoot him while I was riding this horse. And I depend on the evidence of the prosecution’s witnesses” – he smiled at the prosecution’s witnesses – “to establish that no one rode in Redgate that day except me – and them! If the court will appoint some man known to be a rider and a marksman, and will instruct him to ride my horse by the courthouse windows, we can get this testimony over at once. It has been shown here that I carried a .45. Set up a box out there where we can see from the windows; give your man a gun and tell him to ride as close as he likes and put three shots in that box. If he hits that box more than once – ”
“Gun-shy?” said Judge Hinkle.
“Watch him!” said Johnny rapturously.
The judge’s eye rested on Mr. Wade with frank distaste.
“We will now have another gross instance of collusion,” he announced. “I will call on Frank Bojarquez to assist the court.”
Francisco Bojarquez upreared his straight length at the back of the hall.
“Excuse, please, if I seem to tell the judge what he is to do. But what Mistair Wade says, it is true a little – or it might seem true to estrangers. For us in Hillsboro, frien’s togethair, eet does not mattair; we know. But because the worl’ ees full of estrangers – theenk, Judge Hinkle, eef it is not bes’ that it ees not a great frien’ of the preesoner who is to examine that horse – what? That no estranger may have some doubts? There are so many estrangers.”
“Humph! There is something in that.” The justice scratched his ear. “Very well. George Scarboro, stand up. Are you acquainted with this prisoner?”
“No, sir.”
“You are one of the Arizona Rangers?”
“I am.”
“Slip your saddle on that blue horse. You know what you have to do?”
“Yes, sir.”
Scarboro departed, and half the court room went with him. Five minutes later he rode the Twilight horse, prancing daintily, under the courthouse windows. The windows were lined with faces. Johnny, the judge and Wade had a window to themselves, within the sacred railing. But Spinal Maginnis did not look from any window. Spinal was looking elsewhere – at Caney, Weir and Hales.
The ranger wore a loose and sagging belt; his gun swung low on his thigh, just at the reach of his extended arm. As he came abreast of the destined box Scarboro’s arm flashed down and up. So did Twilight.
A pistol shot, a long blue streak, and a squeal of anguish ascended together, hopelessly mingled and indiscriminate, spurning the spinning earth. It launched toward outer space in a complex of motion upward, sidewise, forward and inside out, shaming the orbit of the moon, nodes, perturbations, apsides, syzygies and other symptoms too luminous to mention; but perhaps apogee and acceleration were the most prominent. A clatter, a pitch, an agonized bawl, a sailing hat, a dust cloud, a desperate face above it, with streaming hair; the marvel fell away down the hill and left a stunned silence behind. And presently a gun came down.
“Do you want to cross-examine the witness?” inquired Johnny.
Wade threw up his hands.
“Well!” he said. “Well!” His jaw dropped. He drew Johnny aside and whispered, “See here, damn you – did you kill that man?”
“No, I didn’t,” whispered Johnny. “But you keep it dark. It’s a dead secret.”
The roaring crowd came in with laughter and shouts. As they found seats and the tumult quieted Johnny addressed the judge.
“Shall I take the stand now, Your Honor, or wait till after dinner? It’s late, I know – but you’d believe me better right now – ”
