“Where did you come from?” demanded the chief, sharply.
“From P–Pine Tree D–Diggin’s.”
“Oh, indeed? When did you leave the camp?”
“On M–Monday mornin’, sor.”
“Then of course you don’t know anything about the fight that took place there on Monday night!”
“D–don’t I, sor?”
“Why don’t you answer whether you do or not?” said Stalker, beginning to lose temper.
“Sh–shure yer towld me th–that I d–d–don’t know, an I’m too p–p–purlite to c–contradic’ yer honour.”
“Bah! you’re a fool.”
“Ye t–t–towld me that before, sor.”