After two or three such adjurations, Jo lifts up his head again, looks round the court again, and says in a low voice, "Well, I'll tell you something. I was took away. There!"
"Took away? In the night?"
"Ah!" Very apprehensive of being overheard, Jo looks about him and even glances up some ten feet at the top of the hoarding and through the cracks in it lest the object of his distrust should be looking over or hidden on the other side.
"Who took you away?"
"I dustn't name him," says Jo. "I dustn't do it, sir.

Jo looks round the court again, and says in a low voice, "Well, I'll tell you. I was took away. There!"
"Took away? In the night?"
"Ah!" Jo is very apprehensive of being overheard.
"Who took you away?"
"I dustn't name him, sir," says Jo.
