'You Cheap Jack girl,' called Chevell, 'we want your evidence. Ay, bring the swords along with you, if you're afraid of us, but we do not hurt women.' Zita allowed herself to be conducted to the waggon, and assisted into it with rough courtesy. A fen-farm waggon is a very massive structure, more massive, perhaps, than one in other parts of England. It has its peculiarity, which consists in the front board being unusually high and arched at top. Often may women be seen going to market in the waggons, crouching against this high board, which screens them from the wind. There is much vermilion paint employed on the waggons, and the front board usually blazes with colour. It was so on this occasion. The waggon carried off by the rioters had recently been painted, and the vermilion was of the brightest. Isaac Harley cried from his place in the waggon, 'Mates, who is to be judge?' 'We will have no judge but ourselves,' was the ready response. 'Then,' cried Tansley, 'choose your jury.' 'We will all be jury!' shouted the mob. Then Aaron Chevell, standing forward, said, 'Comrades, the case is this. This young gal—she is the Cheap Jack's lass, staying here—says she gave ten sovereigns in gold to the labourers' cause, to have her van let alone. And she gave it along with the twenty pounds of Tiger Ki. Now we want to know what has become of this contribution of hers. Ephraim Beamish swears he never received it.' 'I had the twenty pounds of Mark Runham,' said Beamish, 'but not ten besides.' 'You stand by the front board,' said Chevell to Zita, 'and tell your story. We will hold Beamish, and every one shall judge.' 'What? the general public?' asked Zita, looking round at the crowd of upturned faces. 'Yes; it shall give judgment.' 'Then you'll have rare judgment,' said Zita. She went forward to the place pointed out to her, and stood there, with her back to the scarlet board, and leaned on her foils. Blazing straw wisps were held up, brilliantly illumining the whole scene. 'I call to silence,' said Chevell, 'and let us hear what the Cheap Jack gal has to say.' 'What I have to say is this,' said Zita. 'I saw that you had drawn out my van, the house in which I was born and reared, the shop whence all our profits came, and were treating it worse than did the poultry. So I gave my savings to Mark Runham, ten pounds, all I had on me in gold, at the same time that the master gave twenty pounds to save his corn-stacks. Mark Runham took it to the man, Pip Beamish, who is your captain.' 'No, he ain't! we have deposed him!' was shouted on all sides. Then voices were raised for Runham, but Mark was not to be found. 'We want another witness,' said Chevell. 'There is one,' said Zita, pointing with a foil to Drownlands at the window of his office. 'There are more if you desire them—Leehanna Tunkiss, the girl Sarah, and Tom Easy. They all saw me give Mark the money.' Aaron called to Drownlands if it was so. Drownlands answered in assent.