“Take a drop of brandy, and I'll tell thee all, buoy: thee'rt my own vlesh and blood, and I'll talk to thee as I would to my own heart. Now, do 'ee take the flask; halve it, and gi'e me the rest;--or take it all, if thee dost veel qualmish.--I be zad enough, but don't stint thyself, Martin.” The youth swallowed a mouthful of the liquor, and returned it to Saul, who, after draining the contents, resumed the conversation. “Martin,” said he, “Robert, poor lad, is az innocent az a lamb; and I know it.” “And will you--can you, then, permit him to--” “Hold thy tongue, buoy, and let me speak. Rob is innocent, but he's James Ztapleton's zon; and if I were to take his head out of the halter, and put my own into it, it wouldn't be many miles off self-murder. Rob is innocent; for he never harmed a worm, except I made un do't; and he can go up to his God without a blush:--I can't--may be, he couldn't, if he came to my years; for there's no one do know what may happen to the best ov us. I be zure I little thought, a score of years ago, when I were tip-top man here, and had az good a character az any body in the country, and there wer'n't a bad wish against mortal in my heart, that I should ever be tied up here, where I be, accused of any crime whatzoever--much less murder: but you zee I be; and there's no knowing, as I zaid avore, what any ov us may come to. Bob's zure of peace hereafter; and it be well vor un. I'd be hung willingly, to-morrow, if I were in the like case; but I bean't. Oh! Martin, my buoy! I ha' much to answer vor. I be brave, people zays, and zo I be; but there bean't a man within a days' ride, zo aveard of death as I be; and I'll tell'ee why:--it's because I ha' been zuch a viend--zuch a wretch, ov late years.--I wouldn't die vor all the world. I do want time vor repentance! and I must ha' it at any price!--Therefore, Bob must die vor me;--and, may be, I does un a good turn; at least, I do think zo,--by zending un to his grave avore he hath had temptation to be zinful.” “Your doctrine is most atrocious!” exclaimed Martin. “Oh! why--why was I reserved for this? From what you say, Saul, I fear--” “That I killed Phil Govier?” “I hope not!” “Hoping's no good:--he hit I over the head with the butt-end of his gun;--zee, here's the mark;--and when I came to myzelf, he was gwain to do't again; zo I ztepped back three paces, lifted my piece, and blew out his brains--bang!--Ay, Martin, it were your vather did it; and 'Zquire Ztapleton's zon must zuffer vor it I thought I had managed capitally; but things ha' come out I didn't dream of. Iv I be tried, I may be vound guilty, and that won't do. Bob's zure to zuffer, poor lad!--But I must not be tried.” “But how do you make it appear that Robert is guiltless, when the proofs are so strong against him?”