"Sure; I go dot vay for twenty year, right t’rough dose yards dere." "Yes. Was that a public highway, Mr. Koerner?" "Vell, everybody go dot vay home all right; dot’s so." "But it wasn’t a street?" "No." "Nor a sidewalk?" "You know dot alreadty yourself," said Koerner, leaning forward, contracting his bushy white eyebrows and glaring at Ford. "Vot you vant to boder me mit such a damn-fool question for?" The jurymen laughed and Ford smiled. "I know, of course, Mr. Koerner; you will pardon me--but what I wish to know is whether or not you know. You had passed through those yards frequently?" "Yah, undt I knows a damn-sight more about dose yards dan you, you bet." Again the jurymen laughed in vicarious pleasure at another’s profanity. "I yield to you there, Mr. Koerner," said Ford in his suave manner. "But let us go on. You say your foot slipped?" "Yah, dot’s right." "Slipped on the frozen snow?" "Yah. I bedt you shlip on such a place as dot." "No doubt," said Ford, who suddenly ceased to smile. He now leaned forward; the faces of the two protagonists seemed to be close together. "And, as a result, your foot slid into the frog, and was wedged there so that you could not get it out?" "Yah." "And the engine came along just then and ran over it?" "Yah." Ford suddenly sat upright, turned away, seemed to have lost interest, and said: "That’s all, Mr. Koerner." And the old man was left sitting there, suspended as it were, his neck out-thrust, his white brows gathered in a scowl, his small eyes blinking. Sharlow looked at Marriott, then said, as if to hurry Koerner off the stand: "That’s all, Mr. Koerner. Call your next." When all the testimony for the plaintiff had been presented Ford moved to arrest the case from the jury; that is, he wished Sharlow to give judgment in favor of the railroad company without proceeding further. In making this motion, Ford stood beside his table, one hand resting on a pile of law-books he had had borne into the court-room that afternoon by a young attorney just admitted to the bar, who acted partly as clerk and partly as porter for Ford, carrying his law-books for him, finding his place in them, and, in general, relieving Ford from all that manual effort which is thought incompatible with professional dignity. As he spoke, Ford held in his hand the gold eye-glasses which seemed to betray him into an age which he did not look and did not like to admit. Marriott had expected this motion and listened attentively to what Ford said. The Koerners, who did not at all understand, waited patiently. Meanwhile, Sharlow excused the jury, sank deeper in his chair and laid his forefinger learnedly along his cheek.