You are not bound to incriminate
yourself, as every word of this preliminary examination may be used
against you, but, on the other hand, if you make a clean breast of what
you know on these questions, your confession will go a long way in your
favour with judge and jury."
"Suppose'n I don't confess not a syllabub?"
"Then, we shall commit you, all the same, to the County Gaol, to stand
your trial at the assizes."
"That's all right, I'll stand my durned trile. You don't get nawthin
out'n me, you misable, interferin', ornary, bushwhackin' jedges!"
"Don't strike him, Rigby!" commanded Carruthers; for the constable,
shocked and outraged by such indecorous language in a court of justice,
was about to club his man. Then he added: "The colonel's servant,
Maguffin, is going to town on business, and will drive you so far, and
help to guard your prisoner. You can tie him up as tight as you like,
without being cruel or doing him an injury. We shall have to do without
you at the inquest."
Accordingly, while Mr. Maguffin brought round a suitable vehicle, and
received his commissions from the colonel, the commitment papers were
made out, and Constable Rigby securely fastened the worst criminal that
had ever come into his hands.
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