“No, you didn’t,” answered the witness, with a tone and a toss of the head that let the cat out, and set the courtroom in a giggle. Bronson saw that he was gaining nothing, and now resolved to follow the line which Small had indicated.
Pete Jones was called, and swore point-blank that he heard Ralph go out of the house soon after he went to bed, and that he heard him return at two in the morning. This testimony was given without hesitation, and made a great impression against Ralph in the minds of the justices. Mrs. Jones, a poor, browbeaten woman, came on the stand in a frightened way, and swore to the same lies as her husband. Ralph cross-questioned her, but her part had been well learned.
There seemed now little hope for Ralph. But just at this moment who should stride into the schoolhouse but Pearson, the one-legged old soldier basket-maker? He had crept home the night before, “to see ef the ole woman didn’t want somethin’,” and hearing of Ralph’s arrest, he concluded that the time for him to make “a forrard movement” had come, and so he determined to face the foe.
“Looky here, Squar,” he said, wiping the perspiration from his brow, “looky here. I jes want to say that I kin tell as much about this case as anybody.”
“Let us hear it, then,” said Bronson, who thought he would nail Ralph now for certain.
So, with many allusions to the time he fit at Lundy’s Lane, and some indignant remarks about the pack of thieves that driv him off, and a passing tribute to Miss Martha Hawkins, and sundry other digressions, in which he had to be checked, the old man told how he’d drunk whisky at Welch’s store that night, and how Welch’s whisky was all-fired mean, and how it allers went straight to his head, and how he had got a leetle too much, and how he had felt kyinder gin aout by the time he got to the blacksmith’s shop, and how he had laid down to rest, and how as he s’posed the boys had crated him, and how he thought it war all-fired mean to crate a old soldier what fit the Britishers, and lost his leg by one of the blamed critters a-punchin’ his bagonet27 through it; and how when he woke up it was all-fired cold, and how he rolled off the crate and went on towurds home, and how when he got up to the top of Means’s hill he met Pete Jones and Bill Jones, and a slim sort of a young man, a-ridin’; and how he know’d the Joneses by ther hosses, and some more things of that kyind about ’em; but he didn’t know the slim young man, though he thought he might tell him ef he seed him agin kase he was dressed up so slick and town-like. But blamed ef he didn’t think it hard that a passel of thieves sech as the Joneses should try to put ther mean things on to a man like the master, that was so kyind to him and to Shocky, though, fer that matter, blamed ef he didn’t think we was all selfish, akordin’ to his tell. Had seed somebody that night a-crossin’ over the bluegrass paster. Didn’t know who in thunder ’twas, but it was somebody a-makin’ straight fer Pete Jones’s. Hadn’t seed nobody else, ’ceptin’ Dr. Small, a short ways behind the Joneses.
Hannah was now brought on the stand. She was greatly agitated, and answered with much reluctance. Lived at Mr. Means’s. Was eighteen years of age in October. Had been bound to Mrs. Means three years ago. Had walked home with Mr. Hartsook that evening, and, happening to look out of the window toward morning, she saw someone cross the pasture. Did not know who it was. Thought it was Mr. Hartsook. Here Mr. Bronson (evidently prompted by a suggestion that came from what Small had overheard when he listened in the barn) asked her if Mr. Hartsook had ever said anything to her about the matter afterward. After some hesitation, Hannah said that he had said that he crossed the pasture. Of his own accord? No, she spoke of it first. Had Mr. Hartsook offered any explanations? No, he hadn’t. Had he ever paid her any attention afterward? No. Ralph declined to cross-question Hannah. To him she never seemed so fair as when telling the truth so sublimely.
Bronson now informed the court that this little trick of having the old soldier happen in, in the flick of time, wouldn’t save the prisoner at the bar from the just punishment which an outraged law visited upon such crimes as his. He regretted that his duty as a public prosecutor caused it to fall to his lot to marshal the evidence that was to blight the prospects and blast the character, and annihilate forever, so able and promising a young man, but that the law knew no difference between the educated and the uneducated, and that for his part he thought Hartsook a most dangerous foe to the peace of society. The evidence already given fastened suspicion upon him. The prisoner had not yet been able to break its force at all. The prisoner had not even dared to try to explain to a young lady the reason for his being out at night. He would now conclude by giving the last touch to the dark evidence that would sink the once fair name of Ralph Hartsook in a hundred fathoms of infamy. He would ask that Henry Banta be called.
Hank came forward sheepishly, and was sworn. Lived about a hundred yards from the house that was robbed. He seen ole man Pearson and the master and one other feller that he didn’t know come away from there together about one o’clock. He heerd the horses kickin’, and went out to the stable to see
