Then ye become the principal witness in a different kind o' case.

Then it's proper to sell yer knowledge for the good o' the world and they'll be as eager to get it as they are what ye know about the shooting.

And nobody'll want to kill ye.

Every man o' them'll want to keep ye alive.

But mind, ye must be the _principal witness_." Deacon Binks arrived, a fat man with a big round body and a very wise and serious countenance between side whiskers bending from his temple to his neck and suggesting parentheses of hair, as if his head and its accessories were in the nature of a side issue.