McGaw?"
McGaw nodded his head.
"Yes; that's about it," he said. The voice seemed to come from
his stomach, it was so hollow.
"Did you see her, Mr. McGaw?" asked the Scotchman in a positive
tone.
"How c'u'd I be a-seein' her whin I been in New Yorruk 'mos' all
day? D' ye think I'm runnin' roun' to ivery stable in the place?
I wuz a-comin' 'cross lots whin I heared it. They says the horse
had blin' staggers."
"How do you know, then?" asked the Scotchman suspiciously. "Who
told you the horse kicked her?"
"Well, I dunno; I think it wuz some un"--
Dempsey looked at him and knit his brow. McGaw stopped.
"Don't you know enough of a horse to know he couldn't kick with
blind staggers?" insisted the Scotchman.
McGaw did not answer.
"Does anybody know any of the facts connected with this dreadful
accident to Mrs. Grogan?" asked the president. "Have you heard
anything, Mr. Quigg?"
Mr. Quigg had heard absolutely nothing, and had not seen Mrs.
Grogan for months. Mr. Crimmins was equally ignorant, and so were
several other gentlemen. Here a voice came from the back of the
room.
"I met Dr. Mason, sir, an hour ago, after he had attended Tom
Grogan. He was on his way to Quarantine in his buggy. He said he
left her insensible after dressin' the wound.
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