After the constables had recorded their evidence, the magistrate called on John Pooke to say what he had to state in answer to the charge. It was a case of affray, and of common assault if one of the parties chose to complain. “You seem to be the one most damaged,” said the justice. “What is your name?” “John Pooke.” “Where from?” “Coombe-in-Teignhead, sir.” “I think I have heard your name. Your father is a most respectable yeoman, I believe.” “Yes, sir, and woundy fat.” “Never mind about his obesity. With so respectable a parent, in such a position, it is very discreditable that you should be brought up before me as taking a principal part in a vulgar brawl.” “Brawl, sir? where?” “Here in Ashburton, in the market-place, according to the account of the constables, you were principal in an affray, and an affray--according to Lord Coke--is a public offence to the terror of the king’s subjects, so called because it affrighteth and maketh men afraid.” “I, sir? Whom did I affright and make afraid?” “The public, before whom you were fighting.” “Lor, bless you, sir! they loved it. It was better sport than a little dog snapping at a mangy bear.” “Never mind whether they liked it or not; it was an affray and an assault. Now tell me your version of the circumstances.” “What circumstances?” “The brawl. Did you not hear what the constables said?” “Oh, that little tittery matter! We was looking at a bear and a dog.” “Well--proceed” “The dog didn’t understand how to get hold of the bear; he thought he was wus’ than he was, and the bear could do nothing till he had his muzzle off. Then up came a little terrier. My word! he was a daring little dowse of a dog.” “I want to hear nothing about the dogs and the bear, but about yourselves. What was the occasion of your quarrel with your adversary?” “Adversary?” “Yes; the other--Noah Flood, I believe he is called. You see he has a swollen eye, and his face is puffed and bruised. I presume you admit you hit this man Flood?” “What!--Noah?” “Yes, Noah.” “Was that him you called my adversary?” “Yes; you were fighting him, so the constable says.” “Bless y’! Noah is a right-down good fellow, and a chum o’ mine. He’s no adversary.” “Anyhow, you banged him about, assaulted him, and did him grievous bodily harm.” “Who--I?” “Yes, you.” “Lawk, sir! Noah and I was at school together with Mr. Puddicombe. That was before his little misfortune, sir, when he lost the school because of cock-fighting. Father never approved of his being turned out, nor did I--nor Noah neither. We got on famous wi’ Puddicombe; didn’t us, Noah?” “I want to hear nothing about your school reminiscences,” said the magistrate sharply. “Moreover, you will please to confine your observations to the Bench, and not address questions to your fellow under arrest.”