Cross-examined by Sergeant Dayrell: 'He was as certain that Trevanion was at his bank at Growlers' on Thursday as that he himself was at court now. Any one who swore otherwise was deceived, or else had reasons of their own for committing perjury. He did not intend to be other than respectful to the court, but felt so strongly in this matter that he could scarcely control his words. Was not aware, of his own knowledge, that Trevanion was in the habit of gambling with the Lawlesses for heavy stakes. May have heard something of the sort. Most of the young men at the diggings played a little; it afforded a relief to the monotony of their lives, and they (as far as he knew) never went very deeply into it. Was a friend--he might say a particular friend--of prisoner's. He and his mate, Mr. Polwarth, were customers of his bank. Neither had ever owed his bank money, they were always depositors.' John Polwarth, sworn: 'Was mate and partner in "Number Six, Growlers'" with Mr. Trevanion. Had known him in England. Came out in the same ship. Could swear that he never knew the horse "Pendragon" was stolen. He was a gentleman, and couldn't steal a horse if he tried ever so hard; or buy a stolen one, knowingly. He had been with Mr. Trevanion at the bank all the morning of Thursday, 19th inst. Mr. Stirling was there, and a clerk.' 'Was he sure it was him?' 'Was he sure the judge was on the Bench now?' 'How did he explain the fact of prisoner Trevanion being seen at Balooka on Wednesday, 18th, and previously?' 'Only by believing it to be "a straight lie," or that the witness saw some one very like Trevanion.' 'Very like Trevanion?' 'Very like.' The witness appeared to be recalling something in his mind. 'Ar hev it noo, boys,' quoth he, suddenly looking towards the Bench, 'I humbly beg your worship's pardon, but this terrible business has put things out of my head like. I see how it's all come about. There was a chap aboard the _Red Jacket_, about a year older than Mr. Trevanion then, as like him as two peas. Danged if I doan't believe it's he as have been riding about with Ned Lawless here, and all the while he's been taken for Master Lance. The name of the man he meant was Lawrence Trevenna; came from North Devon, he did, though he had a Cornish name. Had never set eyes on him since the day they landed in Melbourne. Never liked him; thought it was a case of good riddance of bad rubbish. 'Was a friend of Mr. Trevanion's; he wouldn't call him prisoner--not for no man; any way he wasn't committed for trial yet; always would be a friend--in gaol or out of it; but would not swear to a lie for him or any other man--not if it was his own brother.' Gwennyth Polwarth was then called, and up came the poor woman--sore abashed and troubled--with Tottie clinging to her, and refusing to be separated from her mother.