d by
the state for identification by Sol. Hammer took up the matter with a
sudden turn toward sharpness and belligerency.

"You say that this is the same sack of money that was there on the floor
with Isom Chase's body when you entered the room?" he asked.

"That's it," nodded Sol.

"Tell this jury how you know it's the same one!" ordered Hammer, in
stern voice.

"Well, I seen it," said Sol.

"Oh, yes, you saw it. Well, did you go over to it and make a mark on it
so you'd know it again?"

"No, I never done that," admitted Sol.

"Don't you know the banks are full of little sacks of money like that?"
Hammer wanted to know.

"I reckon maybe they air," Sol replied.

"And this one might be any one of a thousand like it, mightn't it,
Sol?"

"Well, I don't reckon it could. That's the one Isom had."

"Did you step over where the dead body was at and heft it?"

"'Course I never," said Sol.

"Did you open it and count the money in it, or tie a string or something
onto it so you'd know it when you saw it again?"

"No, I never," said Sol sulkily.

"Then how do you know this is it?"

"I tell you I seen it," persisted Sol.

"Oh, you seen it!" repeated Hammer, sweeping the jury a cunning look as
if to apprise them that he had found out just what he wanted to know,
and that upon that simple admission he was about to turn the villainy of
Sol Greening inside out for them to see with their own intelligent
eyes.

"Yes, I said I seen it," maintained Sol, bristling up a little.

"Yes, I heard you say it, and now I want you to tell this jury how you
_know_!"

Hammer threw the last word into Sol's face with a slam that made him
jump. Sol turned red under the whiskers, around the whiskers, and all
over the uncovered part of him. He shifted in his chair; he swallowed.

"Well, I don't just know," said he.

"No, you don't--just--know!" sneered Hammer, glowing in oily triumph. He
looked at the jury confidentially, as on the footing of a shrewd man
with his equally shrewd audience.

Then he took up the old rifle, and Isom's bloody coat and shirt, which
were also there as exhibits, and dressed Sol down on all of them,
working hard to create the impression in the minds of the jurors that
Sol Greening was a born liar, and not to be depended on in the most
trivial particular.

Hammer worked himself up into a sweat and emitted a great deal of
perfume of barberish--and barbarous--character, and glanced around the
court-ro