This was more than the learned Counsel wanted, seeing as he did that there was another investment to be made if he could only manage it.
Mr. Bumpkin blushed now, but said nothing.
“Would you excuse me,” said Mr. Nimble; “I shall not cross-examine this witness.”
“O, very good,” says Keepimstraight, thinking probably it was to be a plea of guilty hereafter; “very good. Then I think that is all—is that the watch?”
“It be,” said the witness; “I ken swear to un.”
It certainly would be from no want of metal if Mr. Bumpkin could not identify the timepiece, for it was a ponderous-looking watch, nearly as large as a tea-saucer.
“You say that is your watch, do you?”
“It spakes for itself.”
“I don’t think that’s evidence,” says Mr. Keepimstraight, with a smile.