"No, I can't say as he exactly appeared like he'd been drinking," he said with the air of a connoisseur, "but he did seem to be considerably upset about something.
He looked mad enough to bite; his face was pale, and his hand trembled when he raised his glass.

Three or four noticed it and wondered--" "Very well," interrupted the coroner, "what did he do next ?" "He went out to the stable yard and swore at the boy for being slow.
And he tightened the surcingle himself with such a jerk that the mare plunged and he struck her.

He is usually pretty cranky about the way horses is treated, and we wondered--" He was stopped again and invited to go on without wondering.
"Well, let me see," said the witness, imperturbably.

"He jumped into the saddle and slashing the mare across the flanks, started off in a cloud o' dust, without so much as looking back.

We was all surprised at this 'cause he's usually pretty friendly, and we talked about it after; but we didn't think nothing particular till the news o' the murder come that evening, when we naturally commenced to put two and two together." At this point I protested and the landlord was excused.