“Swear the juror to ‘true answers make,’” said Attorney Pleadwell.
The man was sworn.
“Where do you live?” inquired the lawyer.
“Up on Shanty Hill, sorr.”
“That’s definite. Anywhere near this breaker that was burned?”
“Oh, the matther of a mile belike, barrin’ the time it’d take ye to walk to the track beyant.”
“What’s your occupation?”
“Occupation, is it? Yis, sorr; as good a charracter as anny”—
“Oh, I mean what do you work at?”
“I’m a miner, sorr.”