CHAPTER XLII.
HAROLD AND THE DIAMONDS.
When Harold sprang upon the train as it was moving from the station and entered the rear car, he found old Peterkin near the door, button-holing Judge St.Claire, to whom he was talking loudly and angrily of that infernal cheat, Wilson, who had brought the suit against him.
'Yes, yes, I see; I know; but all that will come out on the trial,' the judge said, trying to silence him.
But Peterkin held on, until his eye caught Harold, when he let the judge go, and seating himself beside the young man began in a soft, coaxing tone for him: 'I don't see why in thunder you are goin' agin me, who have allus been your friend, and gin you work when you couldn't git it any where else; and I can't imagine what you're goin' to say, or what you know.' Harold's face was very red, but his manner was respectful as he replied: 'You cannot be more sorry than I am that I am subpoenaed as a witness against you.

I did not seek it.

I could not help it: but, being a witness, I must answer the questions truthfully.' 'Thunder and lightning, man! Of course you must! Don't I know that ?' the irascible Peterkin growled, getting angry at once.

'Of course you must answer questions, but you needn't blab out stuff they don't ask you, so as to lead 'em on.

I know 'em, the blood-hounds; they'll squeeze you dry, once let 'em git an inklin' you know sunthin' more.