So it wasn't likely any one else would.

They had to come back and own that they were beat, which put Goring in a rage and made the inspector, Sir Ferdinand Morringer, blow them all up for a lot of duffers and old women.
Altogether they had a bad time of it, not that it made any difference to me.
After the holidays a magistrate was fished up somehow, and I was brought before him and the apprehending constable's evidence taken.

Then I was remanded to the Bench at Nomah, where Mr.Hood and some of the other witnesses were to appear.

So away we started for another journey.

Goring and a trooper went with me, and all sorts of care was taken that I didn't give them the slip on the road.