She was sworn.
"Now, Mrs.Means, have the goodness to tell us what you know of the robbery at the house of Peter Schroeder, and the part defendant had in it." "Well, you see, I allers suspected that air young man--" Here Squire Underwood stopped her, and told her that she must not tell her suspicions, but facts.
"Well, it's facts I am a-going to tell," she sniffed indignantly.

"It's facts that I mean to tell." Here her voice rose to a keen pitch, and she began to abuse the defendant.

Again and again the court insisted that she must tell what there was suspicious about the school-master.

At last she got it out.
"Well, fer one thing, what kind of gals did he go with?
Hey?
Why, with my bound gal, Hanner, a-loafin' along through the blue-grass paster at ten o'clock, and keepin' that gal that's got no protector but me out that a-way, and destroyin' her character by his company, that a'n't fit fer nobody." Here Bronson saw that he had caught a tartar.

He said he had no more questions to ask of Mrs.Means, and that, unless the defendant wished to cross-question her, she could stand aside.