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weapons on the table Sheriff ! ' ' The 

 sheriff made the rounds and col- 

 lected four revolvers. The judge, 

 who had also risen in the excitement, 

 resumed his seat of justice. With 

 a strong undercurrent of bad blood 

 which might yet be spilled, the case 

 proceeded. Dean made his points, 

 a clever fabric, the dead fawn, the 

 hornless skull, the dead doe on the 

 mountain, evidently devoured by 

 Lion afterwards, and much extraneous 

 confusing detail. 



Barker broke down the case by 

 presenting the truth as he saw it. 

 The counsel for the prosecution 

 summed up briefly and then Barker 

 arose. It was his golden hour. For 

 twenty-five minutes by the watch 

 he let off what Nimrod afterwards 

 called "his natural gas." 



He began slowly: 



"Yer Honour, gentlemen of the 

 jury. You have been gathered here 

 from your tasks of honourable em- 

 ployment to witness a stupendous 

 piece of wilful persecution. This 

 monumental and egregious error 

 has been perpertrated by one who 

 by his noble office should ever 



