"And take a little drop of something comfortable in your pocket," said his sister, "so as to sperrit you up a little when your name's called."
"Sperrit him up!" said Moulder; "why I suppose he'll be standing in that box the best part of a day. I knowed a man was a witness; it was a case of horse-stealing; and the man who was the witness was the man who'd took the horse."
"And he was witness against hisself!" said Mrs. Smiley.
"No; he'd paid for it. That is to say, either he had or he hadn't. That was what they wanted to get out of him, and I'm blessed if he didn't take 'em till the judge wouldn't set there any longer. And then they hadn't got it out of him."
"But John Kenneby ain't one of that sort," said Mrs. Smiley.
"I suppose that man did not want to unbosom himself," said Kenneby.
"Well; no. The likes of him seldom do like to unbosom themselves," said Moulder.
"But that will be my desire. If they will only allow me to speak freely whatever I know about this matter, I will give them no trouble."
"You mean to act honest, John," said his sister.
"I always did, Mary Anne."