And considering that this day's evidence rather bound him down to the morrow's, he determined, after much ploughing and harrowing through obstinate shocks of hair, to be not altogether positive as to the person.

It is possible that he became thereby more a mansion of truth than he previously had been; for the night, as he said, was so dark that you could not see your hand before your face; and though, as he expressed it, you might be mortal sure of a man, you could not identify him upon oath, and the party he had taken for Tom Bakewell, and could have sworn to, might have been the young gentleman present, especially as he was ready to swear it upon oath.
So ended the Bantam.
No sooner had he ceased, than Farmer Blaize jumped up from his chair, and made a fine effort to lift him out of the room from the point of his toe.

He failed, and sank back groaning with the pain of the exertion and disappointment.
"They're liars, every one!" he cried.

"Liars, perj'rers, bribers, and c'rrupters!--Stop!" to the Bantam, who was slinking away.

"You've done for yerself already! You swore to it!" "A din't!" said the Bantam, doggedly.
"You swore to't!" the farmer vociferated afresh.
The Bantam played a tune upon the handle of the door, and still affirmed that he did not; a double contradiction at which the farmer absolutely raged in his chair, and was hoarse, as he called out a third time that the Bantam had sworn to it.
"Noa!" said the Bantam, ducking his poll.