"Nothing worse."
"Are you in earnest, Jessup?"
"Do I look like a man who jokes?" said the gardener, with a slow smile.
"And you are willing to swear to this?"
"No one will want me to swear. No harm worth speaking of has been done."
"Don't you be sure of that," answered Storms. "The peace has been broken, and two men have been badly hurt. This is work for a magistrate."
Jessup shook his pale head on the pillow, and spoke with some energy.
"I tell you it was an accident; my gun went off."
"And I tell you it was no accident. I saw it all with my own eyes."
"You—you saw it all?" exclaimed Jessup, rising on his elbow. "You!"