I was stuck in, of course, and had leg-irons put on for fear I should get out, as another fellow had done a few weeks back.

Starlight and Warrigal hadn't reached yet; they had farther to come.

The trial couldn't come till the Quarter Sessions.

January, and February too, passed over, and all this time I was mewed up in a bit of a place enough to stifle a man in the burning weather we had.
I heard afterwards that they wanted to bring some of the cattle over, so as Mr.Hood could swear to 'em being his property.

But he said he could only swear to its being his brand; that he most likely had never set eyes on them in his life, and couldn't swear on his own knowledge that they hadn't been sold, like lots of others, by his manager.