deposited there just before the rain, intending to burn the place at
once; and how Nokes's manner to him within the last half hour had
corroborated his suspicions.

"Is he the boy you call Jacko?"

"That's the name he goes by."

"You don't know his real name?"

"I have never heard any other name."

"Nor any thing about him?" Harry owned, in answer to half a dozen
such questions, that Jacko had come to Gangoil about six months ago--
he did not know whence--had been kept for a week's job, and had then
been allowed to remain about the place without any regular wages.
"You admit it was quite dark," continued Medlicot.

Harry did not at all like the cross-examination, and his resolution
to be cool was quickly fading. "I told you that I saw myself the
figure of a man."

"But that you barely saw a figure. You did not form any opinion of
your own as to the man's identity."

Harry Heathcote was as honest as the sun. Much as he disliked being
cross-examined, he found himself compelled not only to say the exact
truth, but the whole truth. "Certainly not. I barely saw a glimpse of
a figure, and, till I spoke to Nokes just now, I almost doubted
whether the lad could have distinguished him. I am sure he was right