“You are the man who threw the man Flink against me, are you not?”
“Yes, sir,” answered Sam, making a great effort to suppress the grin that curled the corners of his mouth.
“Tell me how it happened?”
“We were having a cock-fight, sir.”
“Yes; go on.”
“They were all down except the fellow Flink and myself. We were fighting it out. He was a pretty tough proposition, and I had a hard time of it.”
“You employed no unnecessary roughness?”
“I was not very gentle about it, sir,” answered Sam truthfully. “I was trying to bump him over.”
“And you did not care particularly how hard you hit him?”
“I hit him as hard as I could every time, sir.”