Judges don't have such an easy time of it as some people thinks they have.

I've often wondered as they take so much trouble, and works away so patient trying to find out the rights and wrongs of things for people that they never saw before, and won't see again.

However, they try to do their best, all as I've ever seen, and they generally get somewhere near the right and justice of things.
So the judge began and read--went over the evidence bit by bit, and laid it all out before the jury, so as they couldn't but see it where it told against us, and, again, where it was a bit in our favour.
As for the main body of the cattle, he made out that there was strong grounds for thinking as we'd taken and sold them at Adelaide, and had the money too.

The making of a stockyard at the back of Momberah was not the thing honest men would do.

But neither of us prisoners had been seen there.