"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.