"Hold your tongue this instant, or I 'll have you turned out of the office!" said Mr. Fang. "You're an insolent, impertinent fellow. How dare you bully a magistrate!"
"What!" exclaimed the old gentleman, reddening.
"Swear this person!" said Fang to the clerk. "I 'll not hear another word. Swear him."
Mr. Brownlow's indignation was greatly roused; but, reflecting that he might only injure the boy by giving vent to it, he suppressed his feelings, and submitted to be sworn at once.
"Now," said Fang, "what 's the charge against this boy ? What have you got to say, sir?"
"I was standing at a book-stall—" Mr. Brownlow began.
"Hold your tongue, sir!" said Mr. Fang. "Policeman!—where 's the policeman? Here, swear this man. Now, policeman, what is this?"
The policeman with becoming humility related how he had taken the charge, how he had
