At length he gasped-- "Liar!" and advanced towards the affrighted Jonah.
But the sturdy Yorkshire-man stepped between.
"Nay, nay," said he, "one's enough.

Stay where thou art, and let him give chapter and verse--chapter and verse.

He came to me last night, and said thou wast a murderer, and I've coom to see if thou art.

Thou looks one, but maybe thou'rt right to call him a liar." "Ask him," gasped Jonah, "what he did to his old schoolfellow, young Forrester, and then lot him call me a liar if he likes." "Dost hear, lad?
What was it thee did to thy old schoolfellow young Forrester?
That's a fair question.

Out with it." If Jeffreys had looked terrible a moment ago, he looked still more terrible now, as he sank with a groan onto the bench, and turned a sickened look on his accuser.
The dead silence of the room almost stunned him.