I should have been a dead man if you had not come up." "He lies!" said my convict, with fierce energy.

"He's a liar born, and he'll die a liar.

Look at his face; ain't it written there?
Let him turn those eyes of his on me.

I defy him to do it." The other, with an effort at a scornful smile, which could not, however, collect the nervous working of his mouth into any set expression, looked at the soldiers, and looked about at the marshes and at the sky, but certainly did not look at the speaker.
"Do you see him ?" pursued my convict.

"Do you see what a villain he is?
Do you see those grovelling and wandering eyes?
That's how he looked when we were tried together.