The oath was tendered, and Ithuel took it like a man who had done such things before.
"Your name is Ithuel Bolt ?" commenced the Judge Advocate.
"So they call me on board this ship--but if I am to be a witness, let me swear freely; I don't wish to have words put into my mouth, or idees chained to me with iron." As this was said, Ithuel raised his arms and exhibited his handcuffs, which the master-at-arms had refused to remove, and the officers of the court had overlooked.

A reproachful glance from Cuffe and a whisper from Yelverton disposed of the difficulty--Ithuel was released.
"Now I can answer more conscientiously," continued the witness, grinning sardonically; "when iron is eating into the flesh, a man is apt to swear to what he thinks will be most agreeable to his masters.

Go on, 'squire, if you have anything to say." "You appear to be an Englishman." "Do I?
Then I appear to be what I am not.

I'm a native of the Granite State, in North America.

My fathers went to that region in times long gone by to uphold their religious idees.