Timorous. O, yes; lots. I voted “Guilty,” no, “Not guilty,” because——well, because——Popgun don’t look like a man who would concoct such a sanguinary mixture as powder. He hasn’t the air of a ruffian. His thoughts don’t run in that explosive channel. I’m something of a physiognomist.
Snowball. Mahogany! What’s dat?
Timorous. A physiognomist. I judge by the face——
Party on right. O, humbug!
Blower. Mr. Foreman, I protest. This attempt to stifle the voice of Justice is a high-handed crime.
Snowball. Yes, sar; it’s bigamy, kleptomania, arson.
Precise. Order, gentlemen.——Go on, Mr. Timorous.
Timorous. But then I haven’t any particular opinion in the matter; and if you want me to change——
Blower. Silence, traitor!