“Did you send this boy out on the streets to beg?” he asked.

“Well, you see, we had pretty hard work sometimes to get along and get enough to eat, and—­”

“I say, did you send this boy out on the streets to beg?”

“Well, I’m telling you that sometimes we had either to beg or to starve.  Then the boy went out and asked aid from wealthy people.”

“Did you send him?”

“Yes, I did; but not against his will.”

“Did you sometimes whip him for not bringing back money to you from his begging excursions?”

“I punished him once or twice for telling falsehoods to me.”

“Did you beat him for not bringing money to you when you sent him out to beg?”

“He came home once or twice when I had reason to believe that he had made no effort to procure assistance for us, and—­”

Goodlaw rose to his feet again.

“Answer my question!” he exclaimed.  “Did you beat this boy for not bringing back money to you when you had sent him out to beg?”

“Yes, I did,” replied Craft, now thoroughly aroused, “and I’d do it again, too, under the same circumstances.”

Then he was seized with a fit of coughing that racked his feeble body from head to foot.  A tipstaff brought him a glass of water, and he finally recovered.

Goodlaw continued, sarcastically,—­

“When you found it necessary to correct this boy by the gentle persuasion of force, what kind of a weapon did you use?”

The witness answered, mildly enough, “I had a little strip of leather that I used when it was unavoidably necessary.”

“A rawhide, was it?”

“I said a little strip of leather.  You can call it what you choose.”

“Was it the kind of a strip of leather commonly known as a rawhide?”

“It was.”

“What other mode of punishment did you practise on this child besides rawhiding him?”

“I can’t recall any.”

“Did you pull his ears?”

“Probably.”

“Pinch his flesh?”

“Sometimes.”

“Pull his hair?”

“Oh, I shouldn’t wonder.”

“Knock him down with your fist?”

“No, sir! never, never!”

“Did you never strike him with the palm of your hand?”

“Well, I have slapped him when my patience with him has been exhausted.”

“Did any of these slaps ever happen to push him over?”

“Why, he used to tumble onto the floor sometimes, to cry and pretend he was hurt.”

“Well, what other means of grandfatherly persuasion did you use in correcting the child?”

“I don’t know of any.”

“Did you ever lock him up in a dark closet?”

“I think I did, once or twice; yes.”

“For how long at a time?”

“Oh, not more than an hour or two.”

“Now, didn’t you lock him up that way once, and keep him locked up all day and all night?”