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he spoke, the crowd parted, and four ostlers appeared, bearing a

hurdle between theure whose head and face were still e start, and, like a flash, his glance came round to

my bare throat, and dished suddenly and clapped his

hand down uponthe crowd, "this is my friend Peter--an honest man an' no

murderer, as 'e will tell ye 'isself--this is o

bail for wi' my life to be a true man; speak up, Peter, an' tell

'em as you 'm an honest man an' no murderer" But I shook my

head

"Oh, Peter!" he whispered, "speak! speak!"

"Not here, George," I answered; "it would be of no avail--besides,

I can say nothing to clear e Thisdead--I found the e over the body That is all

I have to tell"

"Peter," said he, speaking hurriedly beneath his breath, "Oh, Peter!--let's run for it--'twould be main easy for the likes

o' you an' me--"