You're showin' a Christian sperrit to stan' up for him when he's jilted ye for another gal, but 'tain't a lie.

His knife, with his name on to it, was a-stickin' out of Lot's side." "_It's a lie!_ I killed him with my brother Richard's knife!" The old man shrank back before her in incredulous horror.

The great bass-viol fell to the ground like a woman as David strode forward and Abner and Eugene turned their shocked, white faces from their guns.
"I killed him with Richard's knife," repeated Madelon.
Richard got up and came around before her, thrusting his hand in his pocket.

He pulled out his own clasp-knife, and brandished it in her face.

"Here is my knife," he cried, fiercely--"my knife, with my name cut in the handle.