'Yas, Major.'
'How do you stand on the other charge?'
'Four gwo in fur guilty; th' rest on us think Jake Larkin 'bout right as ter hangin' on him.'
'It is not for Mr. Larkin, or you, to say what shall be done with the prisoner. You are to decide whether he is or is not guilty of instigating the murder of his wife. You must retire again, until you agree upon that.'
''Twouldn't be uv no use; Major. We reckon he's mean 'nuff ter hev done it; but whether he done it, or no, we gwo fur givin' him a chance ter live.
'Ye're white men, I swar!' cried Larkin, springing from his seat, and grasping the hands of several of the jurors in turn.
'Take your seat, and observe order, Mr. Larkin,' said the judge, smiling in spite of himself.
'All right,' said Larkin; 'ye're some as a judge, Major—'bout up ter me as a loryer, an' thet's saying a heap; so jest be easy on th' pore devil. Do, yer Honor!'
'Silence, sir!' said Gaston, laughing.