“Well, go on.”
“The people, they was pressing hevery way, and the folks was cheerin’, wen—hall on a sudden—”
“Well?”
“Dick—’ee gave a great leap in the hair, and down ’ee come slap-bang ’gainst that ’ere gent,” pointing to the red-faced gentleman; “and Jenks—”
“What about Jenks? Don’t forget your oath, Darrell.”
“I’m not a forgettin’—I’m a comin’ to Jenks. No, Jenks,” suddenly turning round and addressing him, “I wouldn’t tell on you ef I wasn’t standin’ yere where no lies was hever spoke. ’Ee stepped forrard as soft as soft, and pulled hout a purse and a watch hout o’ the gent’s pocket.”
“Are these the watch and purse?”
“Yes.”
The clerk of the court then read over Flo’s evidence, and as she could neither read nor write, she was shown how to put her mark to the paper.
“You may go now,” said the magistrate; “I don’t wish to ask you anything further.”