"Attend to what he says, and don't try to tell anything else."
"What was this boy doing when the policeman arrested him?" the judge asked, as he looked sternly at the witness.
"He wasn't doin' nothin', 'cause he didn't have time. You see, Skip run as soon as he hit him, an' knocked his papers down, an' then—"
"Did the prisoner go in pursuit of the boy whom you call Skip?"
"Course he did; 'cause, you see, Skip knocked his papers in the mud, an' hit him once in the face; an' he would have come in with a left-hander, if Teddy hadn't warded it off."
"What was the prisoner doing when this boy struck him?"
"He was sellin' a paper to a man in a horse-car. You see, Skip he 'lowed that Teddy couldn't run the business in New York; but Teddy he walked 'way down from Saranac jest to get a livin', an' Skip don't have any right to tell fellers whether they're to work or not."
"Had the prisoner said anything to this boy who struck him?"
"No; you see, he didn't have time. Skip jumped right in an' hit him once in the face, an'—"
"Now, don't tell that story again. Had there been any quarrel between these two?"