I never dropped but what they was his men--his hired servants--as he was going to pay off or send back.' 'Will you swear,' our lawyer says, 'that the younger prisoner is the man you saw at Adelaide with the cattle ?' 'Yes; I'll swear.

I looked at him pretty sharp, and nothing ain't likely to make me forget him.

He's the man, and that I'll swear to.' 'Were there not other people there with the cattle ?' 'Yes; there was an oldish, very quiet, but determined-like man--he had a stunnin' dorg with him--and a young man something like this gentleman--I mean the prisoner.

I didn't see the other young man nor the half-caste in court.' 'That's all very well,' says our lawyer, very fierce; 'but will you swear, sir, that the prisoner Marston took any charge or ownership of the cattle ?' 'No, I can't,' says the chap.

'I see him a drafting 'em in the morning, and he seemed to know all the brands, and so on; but he done no more than I've seen hired servants do over and over again.' The other witnesses had done, when some one called out, 'Herbert Falkland,' and Mr.Falkland steps into the court.