That's why." "Was Jackson to blame ?" I asked.
"He should a-got the damages.

He was a good worker an' never made trouble." "Then you were not at liberty to tell the whole truth, as you had sworn to do ?" He shook his head.
"The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth ?" I said solemnly.
Again his face became impassioned, and he lifted it, not to me, but to heaven.
"I'd let me soul an' body burn in everlastin' hell for them children of mine," was his answer.
Henry Dallas, the superintendent, was a vulpine-faced creature who regarded me insolently and refused to talk.

Not a word could I get from him concerning the trial and his testimony.

But with the other foreman I had better luck.

James Smith was a hard-faced man, and my heart sank as I encountered him.