Squire Cleaves had brought out from the unwilling witness the fact that he wanted, and Dock Vincent was put upon the stand. The learned counsel adroitly conveyed the information that the witness had been convicted of crime, and had served a term in the state prison--which, though it did not exclude him from giving evidence, might affect his credibility.
This statement roused the ire of Dock, and he was cross and sullen, which is a very bad state of mind to be in when subjected to the torture of a skilful lawyer.
Dock described the manner in which he had a.s.sisted Mr. Fairfield in finding his money. He had done all that an honest man and a good neighbor should do to help a feeble old man; and it wasn"t right for "one-horse lawyers" to insult him.
"Do you consider yourself insulted, Captain Vincent?" asked the squire.
"Yes, sir; I do!"
"Have you been convicted of a crime?"
"What if I have? There was no justice in it," growled Dock.
"Have you served a term in the state prison?"
"If I have, it wasn"t a fair thing; and a good many better men than you or me have spent years in prison."
"Undoubtedly, but our best men don"t usually graduate at the state prison. You admit the facts as I stated them. Now, Captain Vincent, you were employed by Mr. Fairfield in finding the money he lost."
"I said so; I was."
"Did you tell the constable he would find the bag on board of the yacht?"
"No, sir; I did not."
"What did you tell him?"
"In my opinion, Levi stole that money. I didn"t think so at first, but his uncle convinced me he must have done it. I told the constable to look for the money and the bags on board that vessel."
"Didn"t you tell him he would find this bag in Levi"s state-room?"
"No, sir; I did not."
"Didn"t you tell him he might expect to find it there?"
"Perhaps I did; whether I did or not, I expected he would find it there," answered Dock, casting a malicious glance at Levi.
"Why did you expect he would find it there?"
"Because I was satisfied Levi stole the money, and would use some of it while he was gone on the cruise."
"Was that the only reason?"
"It was."
"Captain Vincent, do you know how that bag came in Levi"s state-room?"
asked the lawyer, looking upon the floor, as though he considered the question of little consequence.
"Yes, sir; I do."
"Please to state how it came there."
"Levi put it there."
"You are willing to swear that Levi put it there--are you?"
"Yes, sir; I am," replied Dock, promptly.
"Did you see him put it there?"
"Of course I didn"t. I never was aboard of that yacht till this morning."
"How can you swear that he put it there, then?"
"Because Constable Cooke found it there."
"Is that the only ground on which you swear Levi put it there himself?"
"That"s ground enough."
"Answer my question, if you please."
"Yes, it is; and my belief that Levi robbed his uncle of his money."
"That will do; we shall give you the little end of the horn to crawl out of before we get through," added Squire Cleaves.
Dock, sour and crabbed, sat down near the rocking-chair of Mr.
Fairfield; and Mr. Caesar Augustus Ebenier, cabin steward of The Starry Flag, Sr., was politely invited to take the stand. He appeared in his best clothes, and his name, quality, and position on board of the yacht were duly elicited by the magistrate.
"What do you know about the money or the bag?" asked Squire Saunders.
"I know all about it, your honor," replied the witness, with a radiant smile.
"Who put them in the locker, where they were found?"
"I did, your honor."
"That n.i.g.g.e.r"s been bribed to say that," interposed Dock, savagely.
"Who do you call a n.i.g.g.e.r?" demanded Mr. Caesar Augustus Ebenier, stepping briskly up to Dock, with his fists doubled up for use. "I never was convicted of crime and sent to the state prison."
"Order!" called the justice.
Dock was the more disturbed of the two; but the constable quieted him, while Mr. Watson patched up the wounded dignity of the cabin steward, who was doubtless a much better man than Dock. He had formerly been the body servant of a French gentleman in Louisiana, and he could read and write, and spoke French fluently. He wrote his name "C. Augustus Ebenier," and he insisted that his surname should be p.r.o.nounced A-ba-ne-a. He was a person of no little importance in his own estimation, and had a southern negro"s contempt for mean whites, of whom Dock Vincent seemed to be the meanest specimen he had yet seen.
[Ill.u.s.tration: MR. C. AUGUSTUS EBeNIER IS WRATHY.--Page 112.]
"Now, Mr. Ebony, we will proceed with this examination."