An Auckland lawyer was representing the railway company in a lawsuit filed by an old farmer.
The farmer’s prize bull was missing from the section through which the railway line passed.
The farmer was a reasonable woman and only wanted to be paid the fair value of the bull.
The case was scheduled to be tried before the justice of the peace in the back room of the local hotel.
The lawyer for the railway company immediately cornered the farmer and tried to get her to settle out of court. The lawyer did his best selling job, and finally the farmer agreed to take half of what she had been seeking.
After the farmer had signed the release and banked the cheque the young lawyer happened to run into her again and couldn’t resist gloating a little over his success.
“You know, I hate to tell you this, old girl, but I put one over on you in there. I couldn’t have won the case. The engineer was asleep and the fireman was reading the paper when the train went through your farm that morning. I didn’t have one witness to put on the stand. I bluffed you!”
The old farmer replied, “Well, I’ll tell you, young feller, I was a little worried about winning that case myself, because the bull came home the morning we settled the claim.”