That was all; neither Mary Ware nor any other could get more out of him, and it was said by many to be a confession of guilt.

“Realizes there hain’t no use makin’ a defense.  Calc’lates on takin’ his medicine like a man,” said Postmaster Pratt....  There were those in town who voiced the wish that it had been some other than Abner who had killed Asa Levens.  “His gun’s been shot recent,” said the sheriff.  It was the final gram of evidence necessary to complete assurance of Abner’s guilt.

Mary Ware was observed by many to walk directly from the jail window to Scattergood Baines’s hardware store, and there to stop and address Scattergood, who sat barefooted, and therefore in deep thought, before the door of his place of business.

“Mr. Baines,” said Mary, “you’ve helped other folks.  Will you help me?”

“Help you how, Mary?  What kin I do for you?”

“Abner isn’t guilty, Mr. Baines”

“Tell you so?...  Abner tell you so?”

“No.”

“Um!...  ’F he was innocent, wouldn’t he deny it, Mary?” He did not permit her to reply, but asked another question.  “What makes you say he hain’t guilty, Mary?”

“Because I know it,” she replied, simply.

“How do you know it, Mary?  It’s mighty hard to know anythin’ on earth.  How d’you know?”

“Because I know,” said Mary.

“’Twon’t convince no jury.”

Mary stood in silence for a moment, and then turned away, not tearful, not despairing.

“Hold your hosses,” said Scattergood.  “Kin you think of anythin’ that might convince a stranger that Abner is innocent?”

Mary considered.  “Asa was shot,” she said.

Scattergood nodded.

“From behind,” said Mary.

Scattergood nodded again.

“Asa never knew who shot him,” said Mary, and again Scattergood moved his head.  “If Abner had killed Asa,” she went on, “he would have done it with his hands.  He would have wanted Asa to know who was killing him.”

“Might convince them that knows Abner,” said Scattergood, “but the jury’ll be strangers.”  He paused, and asked, suddenly, “Why did you let Asa Levens come to court you?”

“Because I hated him,” said Mary.

“Um!...  Abner say anythin’ to you?”

“He said God had taken hold of matters and we’d better let him finish them.”

“When God takes holt of human affairs he mostly uses human bein’s to do the rough work,” said Scattergood.

“Abner’s innocent,” said Mary, stubbornly.

“Mebby so....  Mebby so.”

“Will you help me clear him, Mr. Baines?”

“I’ll help you find out the truth, Mary, if that’ll keep you satisfied.  Calculate I’d like to know the truth myself.  Had a look at Asa’s face a-layin’ there by the road, and it interested me.”

“Did you see that?” Mary asked, with sudden excitement.

“What?” asked Scattergood, curiously.