“My head is sewn up.”
“But you have suffered loss of blood.”
“The nuts did that, not Noah.”
“Then you forgive him?”
“Whom?”
“Noah Flood.”
“There is nothing to forgive. The nuts were terrible hard. He’ll never buy any more.”
Kate Quarm was now brought into court, and placed in the witness-box. She was bidden to give a succinct account of the quarrel.
“I was standing looking at the bear,” she said, “and someone knocked my workbox from under my arm. I do not know who did it, there was such a crowd, and all were in motion because the bear had got free of his chain and muzzle. Then I ran to pick up what was fallen, and when next I looked about me, Jan Pooke and Noah Flood were fighting.”
“What made them fight?”