“ ’Scuse me , Lawyer Lightwood, it’s a part of the truth, and as such I do mind it, and I must mind it and I will mind it. ‘Rogue Riderhood,’ he says, ‘words passed betwixt us on the river tonight.’ Which they had; ask his daughter! ‘I threatened you,’ he says, ‘to chop you over the fingers with my boat’s stretcher, or take a aim at your brains with my boat-hook. I did so on accounts of your looking too hard at what I had in tow, as if you was suspicious, and on accounts of your holding on to the gunwale of my boat.’ I says to him, ‘Gaffer, I know it.’ He says to me, ‘Rogue Riderhood, you are a man in a dozen’⁠—I think he said in a score, but of that I am not positive, so take the lowest figure, for precious be the obligations of a Alfred David. ‘And,’ he says, ‘when your fellow-men is up, be it their lives or be it their watches, sharp is ever the word with you. Had you suspicions?’ I says, ‘Gaffer, I had; and what’s more, I have.’ He falls a shaking, and he says, ‘Of what?’ I says, ‘Of foul play.’ He falls a shaking worse, and he says, ‘There was foul play then. I done it for his money. Don’t betray me!’ Those were the words as ever he used.”