But, Mr.Burke, will you answer me this.
If it _was_ a forgery, got up for the purpose of saving this man's life, _at what time was it forged ?_ for Bumpus could not know that he would ever need such a letter until yesterday afternoon, and between that time and this there was but little time to forge a letter from San Francisco, postmark and all, and make it soiled and worn at the edges like an old letter.

['Hear!' and sensation.] More than that," cried Dan, waxing eager and earnest, "if it was a forgery, got up for the purpose, _why was it not produced at the trial ?_ ['Hear! hear!' and cheers] And, last of all why, if this forgery was so important to him, did John Bumpus forget all about it until he stood on this table; aye, _until the rope was round his neck ?_" A perfect storm of cheers and applause followed this last sentence, in the midst of which there were cries of "You're floored, Burke! Hurrah for Bumpus! Cut the ropes!" But although John's life was now safe, his indignation at Susan's letter having been laughed at was not altogether allayed.
"I'll tell ye wot it is," said he, the instant there was a lull in the uproar of voices.

"If you think that I'll stand here and see my Susan's letter insulted before my eyes, you're very far out o' your reckoning.
Just cut them ropes, an' put any two o' yer biggest men, black or white, before me, an' if I don't show them a lot o' new stars as hasn't been seed in no sky wotiver since Adam was a little boy, my name's--" Up to this point Jo was heard; but the conclusion of his defiance was drowned in roars of laughter.
"Cut the ropes!" shouted the crowd.
Dan drew a clasp-knife from his pocket, and with one stroke set Bumpus free.
"Shoulder high!" yelled a voice; "Hurrah!" A wild rush was made at the table.

Jo's executioners were overturned and trampled under foot, and the table, with himself and his young advocate sprawling on it, was raised on the shoulders of the crowd and borne off in triumph.
Half an hour later, Bumpus was set down at the widow's door.

Mrs.Stuart received him with a scream of surprise and joy, for she had given him up as a lost man.
"Now, then, Mrs.Stuart," said Jo, throwing himself on a chair and wiping the perspiration from his forehead, "don't make such a fuss about me, like a good creetur.