I disremember any sich weather before on the Bar." He paused a moment, but nobody volunteering any other meteorological recollection, he again had recourse to his pocket handkerchief, and for some moments mopped his face diligently.
"Have you anything to say in behalf of the prisoner ?" said the Judge, finally.
"Thet's it," said Tennessee's Partner, in a tone of relief.

"I come yar as Tennessee's pardner--knowing him nigh on four year, off and on, wet and dry, in luck and out o' luck.

His ways ain't allers my ways, but thar ain't any p'ints in that young man, thar ain't any liveliness as he's been up to, as I don't know.

And you sez to me, sez you--confidential-like, and between man and man--sez you, 'Do you know anything in his behalf ?' and I sez to you, sez I--confidential-like, as between man and man--'What should a man know of his pardner ?'" "Is this all you have to say ?" asked the Judge impatiently, feeling, perhaps, that a dangerous sympathy of humor was beginning to humanize the Court.
"Thet's so," continued Tennessee's Partner.

"It ain't for me to say anything agin' him.