"We're quite satisfied, us as sits here.

Our verdict is--" "You'll have to bear Ewbank and anybody I like to call, my good sir," retorted Petherton quietly.

"I am better acquainted with the law than you are." He turned to the coroner's officer.

"I warned you this morning to produce Ewbank," he said.

"Now, where is he ?" Out of a deep silence a shrill voice came from the rear of the crowd.
"Knows better than to be here, does Dan'l Ewbank, mister! He's off!" "Very good--or bad--for somebody," remarked Petherton, quietly.
"Then--until Mr.Marston Greyle comes--we will call Zachary Spurge." The assemblage, jurymen included, broke into derisive laughter as Spurge suddenly appeared from the most densely packed corner of the room, and it was at once evident to Copplestone that whatever the poacher might say, no one there would attach any importance to it.