"What was the prisoner doing when she passed you?"
"Covering her eyes with shame, I belave, as well she might be."
"Then you did not see her face?"
"I belave I did, though."
"Believe! Believe! Did you or did you not—yes or no?"
"I belave I did, Sir."
"Mr. Skillicorne," said the Deemster, "you attach importance to your belief, I see."
The old man drew himself up, and answered in his preaching tone,
"It's the rock of my salvation, Sir."
"Your wife told us that your errand into Andreas was to see the Ballawhaine about your sick cow. Is that the well-known witch-doctor?"