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"
Do
n't
need
much
,
I
reck
'n
,
"
is
the
reply
.
"
He
'd
be
a
durnationed
greenhorn
as
ca
n't
see
,
clur
as
the
light
o
'
day
,
thet
young
Peint
war
plugged
by
thet
ere
bullet
.
"
"
By
whom
fired
,
do
you
think
?
"
"
Wal
;
thet
appear
to
be
eeqully
clur
.
When
a
man
signs
his
name
to
a
message
,
thar
's
no
chance
o
'
mistakin
'
who
it
kums
from
.
Thar
's
only
the
ineeshuls
thur
;
but
they
're
plain
enuf
,
I
reck
'n
,
an
speak
for
theirselves
.
"
"
I
see
nothing
in
all
this
,
"
interposes
the
prosecuting
counsel
.
"
There
's
a
marked
bullet
,
it
is
true
--
with
a
symbol
and
certain
letters
,
which
may
,
or
may
not
,
belong
to
a
gentleman
well
known
in
the
Settlement
.
For
the
sake
of
argument
,
let
us
suppose
them
to
be
his
--
as
also
the
ball
before
us
.
What
of
that
?
It
would
n't
be
the
first
time
that
a
murder
has
been
committed
--
by
one
who
has
first
stolen
his
weapon
,
and
then
used
it
to
accomplish
the
deed
.
It
is
but
a
piece
of
ordinary
cunning
--
a
common
trick
Who
can
say
that
this
is
not
something
of
the
same
sort
?
"
"
Besides
,
"
continues
the
specious
pleader
,
"
where
is
the
motive
for
a
murder
such
as
this
would
be
--
supposing
it
to
have
been
committed
by
the
man
you
are
now
called
upon
to
suspect
?
Without
mentioning
names
,
we
all
know
to
whom
these
initials
belong
.
I
do
n't
suppose
the
gentleman
will
deny
that
they
are
his
.
But
that
signifies
nothing
:
since
there
is
no
other
circumstance
to
connect
him
in
any
way
with
the
committal
of
the
crime
.
"
"
Ai
n't
thar
though
?
"
asks
Stump
,
who
has
been
impatiently
awaiting
the
wind
up
of
the
lawyer
's
speech
.
"
What
do
ye
call
this
?
"
Zeb
,
on
delivering
himself
,
takes
from
his
tinder-pouch
a
piece
of
paper
--
crumpled
--
scorched
along
the
edges
--
and
blackened
as
with
gunpowder
.
"
This
I
foun
'
,
"
says
he
,
surrendering
it
to
the
jury
,
"
stuck
fast
on
the
thorn
o
'
a
muskeet
tree
,
whar
it
hed
been
blowed
out
o
'
the
barrel
o
'
a
gun
.
It
kim
out
o
'
the
same
gun
as
discharged
thet
bullet
--
to
which
it
hed
served
for
waddin
'
.
As
this
chile
takes
it
,
it
's
bin
the
backin
'
o
'
a
letter
.
Thur
's
a
name
on
it
,
which
hev
a
kewrious
correspondings
wi
'
the
ineeshuls
on
the
bit
o
'
lead
.
The
jury
kin
read
the
name
for
tharselves
.
"
The
foreman
takes
the
scrap
of
paper
;
and
,
smoothing
out
the
creases
,
reads
aloud
:
--
