An' all to onct he happened to look down the long room.

An' if ever any man turned to stone he was thet man.
"Nat'rully I looked back to see what hed acted so powerful strange on the judge.

An' there, half-way up the room, in the middle of the wide aisle, stood Lassiter! All white an' black he looked, an' I can't think of anythin' he resembled, onless it's death.

Venters made thet same room some still an' chilly when he called Tull; but this was different.

I give my word, Miss Withersteen, thet I went cold to my very marrow.