“I’ve worked hard,” said he, “for sixty year, and let any man come forrard and say I’ve wronged man, ooman, or child!”

That was a point for Bumpkin. Every one said, “Poor old man!” and even his Lordship, who was supposed to have no feeling, was quite sympathetic. Only Mr. Ricochet was obtuse. He had no heart, and very little skill, or he would have managed his case more adroitly. “Badgering” is not much use if you have no better mode of winning your case.

The Humourous Story of Farmer Bumpkin's Lawsuit — Part 183

“Stand down, Mr. Bumpkin,” said his counsel, as Mr. Ricochet resumed his seat amid the suppressed hisses of the gallery.

The Humourous Story of Farmer Bumpkin's Lawsuit — Part 183

Joe appeared in the uniform of the Hussars. And he wore a medal too. Mr. Ricochet had no sympathy with heroes any more than he had with men of letters, artists, or any other class of talent. He was a dry, uncompromising, blunt, unfeeling lawyer, looking at justice as a thimblerig looks at his pea; lift which thimble you may, he will take care the pea shall not be found if he can help it. He smiled a grim, inhuman smile at Bumpkin’s tears, and muttered that he was an “unmanly milksop.”

The Humourous Story of Farmer Bumpkin's Lawsuit — Part 183

Joe gave his evidence briefly and without hesitation. Everyone could see he was speaking the truth; everybody but Mr. Ricochet, who commenced his cross-examination by telling him to be careful, and that he was upon his oath.

“You are on your oath, sir.” Joe faced him.

“I don’t know as that’s desertion,” said Joe; “and I’m here to speak for him now; and I give my evidence at Malta, too.”

“Do you swear that, sir?” enquired Mr. Ricochet. “Were you not with your master when the young woman accused him of assaulting her?”

“Why did you enlist, then?” enquired Mr. Ricochet.

“Now, sir, upon your oath; I ask you, did you not enlist because of this charge?”

“No; I never heard on it till arter I was listed.”

“O,” said the learned Q.C.; “wait a minute, you were there, were you? Were you there as a witness?”

“Will you swear that?” asked Ricochet, amid roars of laughter.

“And do you mean on your oath, sir, to say that you had enlisted at that time.”

“Now look at that,” said Joe; “the Sergeant there enlisted me, and he knows.”

“I suppose you had seen your master’s watch many times?”

“No; I warnt called, and know’d nothing about it.”

“You’ve been paid for coming here, I suppose?”