"I saw Williams on my way up, and he says the evidence of that corner grocery fellow--what's his name ?--went all to pieces this morning.

Oliver was in court.

He says one of the judges--Hooke--lost his patience altogether." "They won't do anything with the town charges," Alec said, "and they know it.

They're saving themselves for Moneida and old man Ormiston." "Well, I heartily wish," said Mrs Murchison, in a tone of grievance with the world at large, and if you were not responsible you might keep out of the way--"I heartily wish that Lorne had stayed at home that day and not got mixed up with old man Ormiston." "They'll find it pretty hard to fix anything on Lorne," said Alec.

"But I guess the Squire did go off his head a little." "Have they anything more than Indian evidence ?" asked Advena.
"We don't know what they've got," said her brother darkly "and we won't till Wednesday, when they expect to get round to it." "Indian evidence will be a poor dependence in Cruickshank's hands," Mr Murchison told them, with a chuckle.