"When the trial come off everything went dead ag'in Dick. The cashier
of the bank swore he had given the farmer the money and envelope, and
in three new one-dollar bills of the bank, mind you, for the farmer
had sold some ducks for his wife and wanted clean money for her. Chris
swore he seen Dick pick it up and fix the money all straight again for
the farmer; the farmer's wife swore she had took the money out of her
husband's pocket, and that when she opened the wallet the envelope was
gone, and the farmer, who was so dumb he couldn't write his name,
swore that he hadn't stopped no place between Chris Rankin's and home,
'cept just a minute to fix his traces t'other side of Big Pond Woods.
"Dick's mother, of course, was nigh crazy, and she come to me and I
went and got Lawyer White. It come up 'fore Judge Polk. After we had
all swore to Dick's good character and, mind you, there warn't one of
'em could say a word ag'in him 'cept that he lived in Hell's Diggin's,
Lawyer White began his speech, clamin' that Dick had always been
square as a brick, and that the money must be found on Dick or
somewheres nigh him 'fore they could prove he took it.
"Well, the jury was the kind we always git 'round here, and they done
what Polk told 'em to in his charge,--just as they always do,--and
Dick was found guilty before them fellers left their seats. The mother
give a shriek and fell in a heap on the floor, but Dick never changed
a muscle nor said a word. When Polk asked him if he had anything to
say, he stood up and turned his back on Polk, and faced the
court-room, which was jam full, for everybody knowed him and everybody
liked him--you couldn't help it.
"'You people have knowed me here,' Dick says, 'since I was a boy, and
you've knowed my mother. I ain't never in times back done nothin' I
was ashamed of, and I ain't now, and you know it. I tell you, men, I
didn't take that money.' Then he faced the jury. 'I don't know,' he
said, 'as I blame you. Most of you don't know no better and those o'
you who do are afraid to say it; but you, Judge Polk,' and he squared
himself and pointed his finger straight at him, 'you claim to be a man
of eddication, and so there ain't no excuse for you. You've seen me
grow up here, and if you had any common sense you'd know that a man
like me couldn't steal that man's money, and you'd know, too, that he
was too drunk to know what had become of it.' Then he stopped and said
in a low voice, and with his teeth set, looking right into Polk's
eyes: 'Now I'm ready to take whatever you choose to give me, but
remember one thing, I'll settle with you if I ever come back for
puttin' this misery on to my mother, and don't you forget it.'
"Polk got a little white about the gills, but he give Dick a year, and
they took him away to Stoneburg.
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