Now, Spurge, you can stand down.

And as I see Mr.Greyle there--call Marston Greyle!" The Squire had appeared while Spurge was giving his evidence, and had heard what the poacher alleged.

He entered the box very pale, angry, and disturbed, and the glances which he cast on Sir Cresswell Oliver and his party were distinctly those of displeasure.
"Swear him!" commanded Petherton.

"Now, Mr.Greyle--" But Greyle's own solicitor was on his legs, insisting on his right to put a first question.

In spite of Petherton, he put it.
"You heard the evidence of the last witness ?--Spurge.