in his hearing. The Indians
couldn't understand English, anyway.
"Watusk testified that he had a conversation with the prisoner during
the fire, but the confusion was so great he cannot remember what was
said. This is very natural.
"Myengeen, Tatateecha, and the other Indians who testified said that
the prisoner did harangue them, and that they understood from his
gestures that he was urging them to cross the river and revenge
themselves.
"All say it was from him that they first heard Gaviller's name. I
don't think we need look any further.
"Anyhow, the prisoner led the mob down to the beach where his york-boat
was lying, and they all embarked in his boat. He says he tried to keep
them out, but he does not deny crossing with them. Hardly likely they
would take him as a passenger, is it, if he had fought them so
strenuously?
"On what took place in John Gaviller's house that night I will touch
very briefly. It was a ghastly night for the little company of
defenders! We have no eye-witness to the prisoner's dastardly attack
on Mr. Gaviller. Mr. Strange, through the most praiseworthy motives,
has refused to testify against him.
"Mr. Strange takes the ground that since he is obliged to act as
interpreter in this case, no other being obtainable, it would be
improper for him to give evidence.
"In the light of the prisoner's impudent charge against Mr. Strange,
the latter's conduct is truly magnanimous. The charge that Strange
tried to murder his employer is simply laughable. Twenty-nine years of
faithful service give it the lie.
"A great point has been made by the defense that the prisoner had no
motive in attempting to kill Mr. Gaviller. Gentlemen, he had the same
motive that has inspired every murder in history--hate!
"There is any amount of testimony to show with what hatred the prisoner
always spoke of Mr. Gaviller. Gaviller was his business rival, his
rich and successful rival. Gaviller was the head and front of the
powers that opposed his headstrong will. I repeat, it is hate and
opportunity that make a murder.
"Mr. Gaviller was prostrated with weakness. How simple to creep
up-stairs in the dark and finish what the other coward's bullet had
almost accomplished! And how impossible to prove that it was a murder!
Mr. Gaviller's vitality was so low that night, the doctor has
testified, that he himself would not have suspected foul play if he had
found him dead in the morning.
"When
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