a quarrel, the Republicans boisterous over a foreseen victory, the
Federalists peppery from defeat. In the yard the constable had to part
belligerents, in the courtroom the excitement mounted. The tide was set
now for Lewis Rand. The Federalists watched it with angry eyes; the
Republicans greeted with jubilation each new wave. The defeated found
some relief in gibes. "Holoa! here's Citizen Bonhomme--red breeches,
cockade, and Brutus crop!

"Ah, ça ira, ça ira, ça ira!"

"That man ran away from Tarleton!--yes, you did, the very day that Mr.
Jefferson--a-hem!--_absented_ himself from Monticello!"

"Challenge that man--he deserted in the Indian War!

"November the fourth, in the year ninety-one,
We had a sore engagement near to Fort Jefferson!"

"Here's a traveller who has seen the mammoth and climbed the Salt
Mountain!"

"Here's a tobacco-roller! Hey, my man, don't you miss old friends on the
road?"

Under cover of the high words, laughter, and vituperation which made a
babel of the courtroom, Cary spoke to his opponent. "Mr. Rand, do you
remember that frosty morning, long ago, when you and I first met? I came
upon you in the woods, and together we gathered chinquapins. Does it
seem long to you since you were a boy?"