“Prove it!” exclaimed Jacob, evidently a little at fault.
“Yes, prove it. Do you think I’m going to have my character sworn away on such unsubstantial hallucinations? Tell me, first, what time of the day did it happen?”
“It didn’t happen in the day at all, as you know well enough.”
“Was it dark?”
“Yes.”
“Could you see who it was as tried to murder you, as you say?”
“No.”
“Then how do you know it was me?”
“I hit the scoundrel with my spade,” said Jacob, indignantly, “and made him sing out, and I knowed it were your voice; I should have knowed it among a thousand.”
“And that’s all your proof,” said the other, sneeringly. “You knowed my voice.”