"James Barker."

"Elijah Dwight."

"It's false," exclaimed Dwight, "my name's not there!"

But few, if any, heard or heeded his words, for at the moment Pete
pronounced the last name, Perez shouted:

"Now, men, we've done this job, let's go to the jail and let out the
debtors, come on," and suiting action to word he rushed out, and was
followed pell-mell by the yelling crowd, all their truculent
enthusiasm instantly diverted into this new channel.

The four justices, and the wife and daughter of Dwight, alone remained
in the room. Even the people who had been staring in, with their noses
flattened against the window panes, had rushed away to the new point
of interest. Dwight stood steadfastly looking at his daughter, with a
stern and Rhadamanthine gaze, in which, nevertheless, grief and
reproachful surprise, not less than indignation, were expressed. The
girl shrinking behind her mother, seemed more in terror than when the
mob had burst into the room.

"And so my daughter has disobeyed her father, has told him a lie, and
has disgraced him," said the justice, slowly and calmly, but in tones
that bore a crushing weight of reproof. "Add, sir, at least, that she
has also saved his life," interposed one of the other justices.

"Oh, don't talk to me so, papa," cried the girl sobbing. "I didn't