"What were they doing?" asked old Mr. Teal, who was busily taking notes just like any real judge.
"Walkin' towards the river, sir."
"In which direction?"
"Up stream, sir."
"Go on."
Copper went on.
"Crossin' the meadows, they kept to the river, me after them——"
"How far behind?" asked Major Partridge-Cooper.
"Half a field's length, sir, till they reached the bend of the stream beyond which the prisoner Horn began to set his night lines, assisted by the prisoner Puttigraw. 'Hullo,' says I, and Horn bolted, and I closed with the other one."
"Did he make resistance?"