"Well, I could have let you have some. But it’s against the rule. I should n’t wonder if you got into trouble for doing such a thing," continued the young man, who was genuinely shocked at Millicent’s behavior. "There was no harm done, was there, Mr. Galbraith? I won’t be scolded. It was my serpent; I will do what I choose with my own things, and will not be dictated to by you." Millicent was angry at Deering’s very natural interference; and Galbraith, anxious to spare her all annoyance, gave Hal a warning kick, and hurried her towards their destination, lest she should feel moved to part with any more of her personal property for the benefit of the prisoners. They now entered a small apartment; and Millicent learned that before the opening of the trial, she was called upon to identify the murderer of Ah Lam. The question was asked,-- "Could you identify, on oath, the man you saw at Carey’s Bridge? You were under great excitement at the time; you could hardly be expected to remember anything beyond the fact of the killing." "I am positive I can identify him." "On oath; are you sure?" "Perfectly so." "How could you surely recognize a man you have seen but once, under very painful circumstances, six weeks ago?" "I remember his face distinctly; I should know his voice among a thousand." "Be careful; what you say may be put to the test. What you state in the court you must be able to prove." "I am ready to prove it." When the moment came for the identification of the prisoner, Millicent’s eyes were bandaged; and twelve men filed into the room, among whom she was told was the man arrested for the crime. As she had made the assertion that his voice alone would betray the murderer to her, she was asked to listen to a sentence repeated in turn by each of these men. Three of them had said the stipulated words, and the fourth was about to speak, when those who were nearest to Millicent noticed that she shuddered violently. "Let the next man speak." The fellow looked at Millicent askance, and then repeated the sentence in a low, unnatural voice. He had said but three words when she interrupted him. "The person who is now speaking is the man who assaulted me at Carey’s Bridge." The judge, who had taken a keen interest in all Millicent had said, now motioned to the men to change places. The bandage being removed, she glanced at the row of men and said,-- "He now stands at the end of the row nearest the window." Her expression, as she turned her eyes and looked in the face of Daniel Horton, was cold and set as that of one of the younger Fates. Aversion and horror were therein painted. As she spoke she pointed at the guilty wretch, who moved uneasily under her gaze, and dropped his bold eyes before the light in her gray orbs, as if their fire scorched him.