"You parted from him as a friend?" "Yes, of course." "By the time Tom came up you'd got--how far away? Be careful now." "I've told you twiste. More than twenty feet." "You might have been mistaken about its being Tom then?" "No, I wasn't." "Did you know it was Tom before he fired?" "Tubby shore, I did." "What time of night was it?" "Long to_wards_ 10, I sh'd think." "It might have been 11?" "No, 't wusn't later'n about 10." This was said doggedly. "Nor before 9?" "No, 't wus nigh onto 10, I said." And the witness showed some irritation, and spoke louder than before. "How far away were you from the pulpit and meeting-place?" "'Twixt a half a mile an' a mile." "Not over a mile?" "No, skiercely a mile." "But don't you think it might have been a little less than half a mile?" "No, it's nigh onto a mile, I didn't measure it, but it's a mighty big three-quarters." The witness answered combatively, and in this mood he made a better impression than he did on his direct examination. The prosecuting attorney looked relieved. Tom listened with an attention painful to see, his eyes moving anxiously from Lincoln to Dave as he wondered what point in Dave's armor the lawyer could be driving at. He saw plainly that his salvation was staked on some last throw. "You didn't have any candle in your hand, did you, at any time during the evening?" "No!" said Dave, positively. For some reason this question disconcerted him and awakened his suspicion. "What should we have a candle for?" he added. "Did either George Lockwood or Tom have a candle?" "No, of course not! What 'd they have candles for?" "Where were the lights on the camp-ground?" "Closte by the preachers' tent." "More than three-quarters of a mile away from the place where the murder took place?" "Anyway as much as three-quarters," said Dave, who began to wish that he could modify his previous statement of the distance. "How far away were you from Lockwood when the murder took place?" "Twenty feet." "You said 'or more' awhile ago." "Well, 't wusn't no less, p'r'aps," said Dave, showing signs of worry. "You don't think I measured it, do yeh?" "There were no lights nearer than three-quarters of a mile?" "No," said the witness, the cold perspiration beading on his face as he saw Lincoln's trap opening to receive him. "You don't mean to say that the platform torches up by the preachers' tent gave any light three-quarters of a mile away and in the woods?" "No, of course not." "How could you see Tom and know that it was he that fired, when the only light was nearly a mile away, and inside a circle of tents?" "Saw by moonlight," said Sovine, snappishly, disposed to dash at any gap that offered a possible way of escape. "What sort of trees were there on the ground?" "Beech." "Beech-leaves are pretty thick in August?" asked Lincoln. "Ye-es, ruther," gasped the witness, seeing a new pitfall yawning just ahead of him.