It was Joe Garth again.

He was silenced once more.

The others had begun to relent.
"I've not yet asked him if he is innocent," continued Ralph; "but this persecution drives me to it, and I ask him now." "Yes, yes," cried Sim, raising his head, and revealing an awful countenance.

A direful memory seemed to haunt every feature.
"Do you know the murderer ?" "I do--that is--what am I saying ?--let me go." Sim had got up, and was tramping across the floor.

Ralph got up too, and faced him.
"It is your duty, in the sight of Heaven, to give that man's name." "No, no; heaven forbid," cried Sim.
"It is your duty to yourself and to--" "I care nothing for myself." "And to your daughter--think of that.