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But the judge, fearing an uncontrollable outbreak of temper, interrupted him, saying: "Your witness need not answer the question in that form, Mr. Sharpman. Mr. Goodlaw, do you desire to cross-examine the witness further?" Goodlaw had resumed his seat and was turning over his papers. "I do not care to take up the time of the court any longer," he said, "with this witness." "Then, Mr.
We insist on the rejection of the offer." The judge sat for a minute in silence, as if weighing the matter carefully. Finally he said: "We do not think the testimony is competent, Mr. Goodlaw. Although the point is a new one to us, we are inclined to look upon the law of the case as Mr. Sharpman looks on it. We shall be obliged to refuse your offer. We will seal you a bill of exceptions."
"About how much money, all together, do you expect to make out of this estate?" "I do not look on it in that light, sir; I am taking these proceedings simply to compel you and your client to give that boy his rights." This impudent assertion angered Goodlaw, who well knew the object of the plot, and he rose from his chair, saying deliberately:
"Possibly we shall be able to get in sooner." Goodlaw and Mrs. Burnham sat for a long time in silence, watching the men at their labor. Word had been passed among the workers that the missing boy was Mrs. Burnham's son, and their energetic efforts were put forth now for her sake as well as for the lad's. For both mother and son held warm places in the hearts of these toiling men.
He understood it all now; Ralph had overheard. "Who told you?" asked Goodlaw. "No one told me, I heard Rhymin' Joe " Sharpman interrupted him. "I don't know," he said, "if the court please, what this boy is trying to tell nor what wild idea has found lodgement in his brain; but I certainly object to the introduction of such hearsay evidence as counsel seems trying to bring out.
Sharpman was still looking calmly at his visitor. "Well?" he said, inquiringly. "Well, to make a long story short, if I get two hundred dollars to-night, I keep my knowledge of Simon Craft and his grandson to myself. If I don't get two hundred dollars to-night, I go to Goodlaw the first thing to-morrow morning and offer my services to the defence.
Then Ralph grew white about the lips and looked around him uneasily. The judge saw that the lad was faint, and ordered a tipstaff to bring him a glass of water. Ralph drank the water and it refreshed him. "You may cross-examine the witness," said Goodlaw to the plaintiff's attorney. Sharpman hardly knew how to begin.
Fortified by the knowledge of the story that Rhyming Joe had told, as Ralph had just whispered it to him, Goodlaw was able to dissipate, greatly, the force of the plaintiff's evidence, and to show how Craft's whole story might easily be a cleverly concocted falsehood built upon a foundation of truth.
It's little eneuch to be sure, but he's welcome to it, an' so's 'is father an' 'is mother an' 'is gardeen; an' that's what I tellit Muster Sharpman 'imsel'. An the lad's as guid to them as 'e has been wi' me, they'll unnerstan' as how his company's a thing ye canna balance wi' gold an' siller." Mrs. Burnham leaned over to Goodlaw and whispered something to him.
We are clearing away the wreckage from the mouth of the shaft as rapidly as possible, in the hope that we may get down there in time to save his life. Our people have directed me to spare no effort in this matter. One life, even though it is that of an unknown boy, is not too poor a thing for us to try, by every possible means, to save." "That boy," said Goodlaw, "is Mrs. Burnham's son."
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