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you are. You've been in the army, you see, and you think we're soldiers, to come to heel whenever you tell us, and that's where you're mistaken, Captain Rudd. We're free Englishmen, and we don't choose to have you come the officer over us-and that's how you make the thing contemptible by trying."

      There was silence. His colleagues seemed to be arriving at the conclusion that Jacob was a difficult man to differ with.

      "It strikes me," said Mr. Timmins, when the silence was becoming painful, "that if the law is really such that we've got to stop here till our good Jacob takes it into his generous head to let us go, you and I, Mr. Hisgard, might have that little game of crib I was speaking of; it may help us forget where we are, and that we're not going to have any dinner till it's past supper time."

      "Just you wait a minute. Perhaps," replied Mr. Hisgard, "I may be allowed to say a word." No one appeared to have any objection. "What I wish to remark is this. With all deference, I think Mr. Slater spoke as a practical man. I don't see that there's much difference between saying guilty and at the same time asking the magistrate to award no punishment, and, as Mr. Slater puts it, bringing it in not guilty right away."

      Mr. Timmins, who had been shuffling a pack of cards, replaced them on the table.

      "All right. Let's have it that way and make an end of it. Suppose we all say not guilty and caution him not to do it again-what's the odds?"

      "So far as I'm concerned," observed Tom Elliott, "I'm willing to bring him in not guilty. It's my belief he's been led into it all along, and I know perhaps as much about it as anyone. There's a good deal about the affair what's been kept quiet by both sides. Perhaps I might have said a word for one."

      Mr. Moss interrogated the foreman with uplifted eyebrows.

      "Do you think it does make any difference?"

      The foreman shrugged his shoulders. He was still. Captain Rudd spoke for him.

      "It makes the difference between right and wrong-that's all."

      Mr. Plummer leaned his elbows on the table; his spectacled countenance wore its most benevolent smile.

      "Hearken to me, dear sir. We are all Christian men-"

      "Not necessarily at this moment; at this moment we are jurymen-only jurymen."

      Mr. Plummer sighed, as if in sorrow. He turned to the others, as if desiring their forgiveness for the captain.

      "This gentleman-I trust he will pardon me for saying so-puts a curb upon his natural generosity. His is what we may, perhaps, term the military mind-precise, and, if we may say so, just a little-the merest atom-hard. For my part I think, Mr. Foreman, we might, as Christian men, conscientiously return a negative finding, intimating at the same time that, owing to the prisoner's tender years, we are not unwilling to give him the benefit of the doubt."

      The captain dissented.

      "What sort of mind do you call yours, sir? Were we to return such a verdict, we should make of ourselves the laughing-stock of England."

      The foreman shook his head.

      "I hardly think England will interest itself in our proceedings to that extent. Similar verdicts in similar cases are, I imagine, more common than you may suppose. I am not advocating such a course, but I believe it would be logically possible for us to inform the magistrates that, while some of us entertain strong opinions on the subject of the prisoner's guilt, being desirous to arrive at a state of agreement, and also bearing in mind the youth of the accused, we are willing to acquiesce in a verdict of acquittal."

      "I agree to that," cried Mr. Longsett. "That's fair enough. Now, is it all settled?"

      "I'm not."

      The speaker was the captain. All eyes were turned on him.

      The foreman spoke.

      "Don't you think, captain, you-might swallow a gnat?"

      "I don't wish to set myself up as a superior person, but, under the circumstances, I'm afraid I can't."

      "Quite so. Now we know where we are." Mr. Longsett composed himself in his chair; planting his hands against his sides he stuck out his elbows; he screwed up his mouth. "It just shows you how one man can play skittles with eleven others."

      The captain was silently contemptuous.

      "I really doubt if it matters." It was Mr. Moss who said it; he whispered an addition into the captain's ear: "If the young scamp isn't hung to-day he'll be hung to-morrow."

      The captain ignored the whisper; his reply was uttered with sufficient clearness.

      "Perhaps, sir, your sense of duty is not a high one."

      The eleven eyed each other, and the table, and vacancy; a spirit of depression seemed to be settling down upon them all. Old Parkes, with elongated visage, addressed a melancholy inquiry to no one in particular. "What's us sitting here for?"

      Jacob responded-"That's what I should like to know, George. Perhaps it's because a gentleman's made up his mind to ruin a poor young lad for life."

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