Everybody was flushed and perspiring; the summer heat was almost unendurable.
Tom Driscoll had brought a charge of assault and battery against the twins.

Robert Allen was retained by Driscoll, David Wilson by the defense.

Tom, his native cheerfulness unannihilated by his back-breaking and bone-bruising passage across the massed heads of the Sons of Liberty the previous night, laughed his little customary laugh, and said to Wilson: "I've kept my promise, you see; I'm throwing my business your way.
Sooner than I was expecting, too." "It's very good of you--particularly if you mean to keep it up." "Well, I can't tell about that yet.

But we'll see.

If I find you deserve it I'll take you under my protection and make your fame and fortune for you." "I'll try to deserve it, Tom." A jury was sworn in; then Mr.Allen said: "We will detain your honor but a moment with this case.