He might shoot from his present position with impunity." "Do you all agree ?" "Yes, yes!" came from different parts of the building.
"Then, Mr.La Fleche, here's another arrow from the same quiver.

Take fresh aim and shoot." Another breathless moment--more breathless than the other; then a second arrow flew across the court and hung quivering in the breast of the dummy.
From both ends of the gallery men came running, and leaning eagerly over the gallery-rail they watched the Coroner as he stepped again into view to make a second examination.
This time he kept them several minutes in suspense, and when he had drawn out the arrow, he looked long at the hole it had made.

Then, instead of shouting his decision across the court, he could be seen leaving the gallery and coming around their way.
What had he to say?
As they waited, a clock struck from some neighboring steeple--three sonorous peals! The two directors glanced at each other.
Doubtless they felt the weirdness of the hour as well as of the occasion.
It was a new experience for these amateurs in police procedure.
Arrived on their side, the Coroner advanced quickly.

When close upon the reassembled group, he remarked quickly but with great decision: "Mr.Travis seems to have been correct in denying that the arrow flew either from before or behind this pedestal.

The first arrow sent by Mr.
La Fleche entered the dummy almost at a right angle; the last departed but a little from this same line.