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as say I don' t know Charlie Coughtrey. ' ' Then 

 how they stared at each other ! 



" By gum," they growled. " He does know 

 him after all." 



All three men were summoned, but Coughtrey 

 did not appear, and I have never seen him 

 from that day to this. Jack Nash employed a 

 Mr. Chester, a lawyer who had just taken an 

 office at Chesham, to defend him. Nash had 

 told him that he had never been out of the foot- 

 path at all on that morning, but when Mr. 

 Chester heard my evidence — how I had seen 

 Nash, on the Thursday previous, come and 

 look at the snares, and then again on Sunday 

 morning with Coughtrey, how I had heard Nash 

 say that he wouldn't take the rabbit, as old 

 Dick had caught him snaring rabbits before, 

 and he wasn't going to be caught again, — then, 

 after he had heard all this, and Mr. Garrett, of 

 Chesham, swore that there was no footpath, and 

 produced a map of the land to prove it, Mr. 

 Chester addressed the magistrates saying that 

 he was sorry he had taken up the case. He 

 had. he said, been deceived by Nash's false 



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