"Now, Mr.Rogers, please stand behind them." A Voice: "No, stand in front!" (Laughter.

Silenced by the court.) Another Voice: "No, give Tommy another highst!" (Laughter.

Sharply rebuked by the court.) "Now, then, Mr.Rogers, two kicks shall be delivered, one after the other, and I give you my word that at least one of the two shall be delivered by one of the twins alone, without the slightest assistance from his brother.

Watch sharply, for you have got to render a decision without any if's and ands it." Rogers bent himself behind the twins with his palms just above his knees, in the modern attitude of the catcher at a baseball match, and riveted his eyes on the pair of legs in front of him.
"Are you ready, Mr.Rogers ?" "Ready sir." The kick was launched.
"Have you got that one classified, Mr.Rogers ?" "Let me study a minute, sir." "Take as much time as you please.

Let me know when you are ready." For as much as a minute Rogers pondered, with all eyes and a breathless interest fastened upon him.