"Didn't you obstinately refuse to do so?" Mr. Pepperill objected to "obstinately" and it was stricken out. "I wasn't going to stay off where I had a right to go," asserted the witness. "And didn't you have warning that the dog was there?" "Look here!" suddenly burst out Tunnygate. "You can't hector me into anything. Appleboy never had a dog before. He got a dog just to sic him on me! He put up a sign 'Beware of the dog,' but he knew that I'd think it was just a bluff. It was a plant, that's what it was! And just as soon as I got inside the hedge that dog went for me and nearly tore me to bits. It was a rotten thing to do and you know it!" He subsided, panting. Tutt bowed complacently. "I move that the witness' remarks be stricken out on the grounds first, that they are unresponsive; second, that they are irrelevant, incompetent and immaterial; third, that they contain expressions of opinion and hearsay; and fourth, that they are abusive and generally improper." "Strike them out!" directed Judge Witherspoon. Then he turned to Tunnygate. "The essence of your testimony is that the defendant set a dog on you, is it not? You had quarreled with the defendant, with whom you had formerly been on friendly terms. You entered on premises claimed to be owned by him, though a sign warned you to beware of a dog. The dog attacked and bit you? That's the case, isn't it?" "Yes, Your Honor." "Had you ever seen that dog before?" "No, sir." "Do you know where he got it?" "My wife told me--" "Never mind what your wife told you. Do you--" "He don't know where the dog came from, judge!" suddenly called out Mrs. Tunnygate in strident tones from where she was sitting. "But I know!" she added venomously. "That woman of his got it from--" Judge Witherspoon fixed her coldly with an impassive and judicial eye. "Will you kindly be silent, madam? You will no doubt be given an opportunity to testify as fully as you wish. That is all, sir, unless Mr. Tutt has some more questions." Tutt waved the witness from the stand contemptuously. "Well, I'd like a chance to testify!" shrilled Mrs. Tunnygate, rising in full panoply. "This way, madam," said the clerk, motioning her round the back of the jury box. And she swept ponderously into the offing like a full-rigged bark and came to anchor in the witness chair, her chin rising and falling upon her heaving bosom like the figurehead of a vessel upon a heavy harbor swell.