And Sir Jasper, if he _was_ dead, he hadn't died of the pistol-shot, but of an old trouble of the heart.

The bullet was in the fleshy part of his shoulder, and the doctors would have got it out as easy as possible.

And, sure, if he'd lived he'd have been sent to prison.

It used to be life for runnin' away with a lady against her will in the old days.

Master Luke's pistol was found just as he'd thrown it down, and his name on it.