t doesn't look exactly right,
either, since you are to try the case, Judge. It's legal, but it isn't
etiquette."

Blackman scratched his head. "Maybe that's so," said he. Then turning
to me, "S'pose _you_ arrest him."

"He can't," said Dan Anderson. "He's the prosecuting attorney--only
other lawyer in town. It wouldn't look right for either the judge or
prosecutor to make the arrest. Curly might not like it." This all
seemed true enough, and we fell into a quandary.

"I'll tell you," said Dan Anderson at length. "I'd better arrest him
myself. I'm going to defend him, so it would look more regular for me
to bring him in. Looks like he wasn't afraid of the verdict. We
ain't, either. I want you to remember, Judge, if you don't clear him--"

Here counsel for the Territory interrupted, feeling that the majesty of
the law was not fully observed by threatening the trial judge in
advance.

"Well, come along, then," said Anderson. "Let that part of it go.
Come over and let's get out the warrant."

I was not with them when the warrant was issued, though that part of
the proceeding might naturally have seemed rather the duty of the
prosecution than of the defence. Dan Anderson afterward told me that
Blackman could not find his law book (he had only one, a copy of the
statutes of Kansas) for a long time, and then couldn't find the proper
place in it. Legal blanks did not exist in Heart's Desire, and all
legal forms had departed from Blackman's mind in this time of
excitement. Dan Anderson himself drew the warrant. As it was read
later by himself to Curly at the Lone Star, it did not lack a certain
charm. It began with "Greeting," and ended with, "Now, therefore, in
the name of God and the Continental Congress." Anderson did not crack
a smile in reading it, and so far as that is concerned, the warrant
worked as well as any and better than some. Curly, because he felt
that he was in the hands of his friends, made no special demurrer to
the terms of the "writ," and in a few moments the Lone Star was empty
and Blackman's adobe was packed.

CHAPTER IV

THE LAW AT HEART'S DESIRE

_Continuing the Story of the Pig from Kansas, and the Deep Damnation of
his Taking Off_

"Order! order! gentlemen!" called Blackman, Justice of the Peace,
clearing his throat. "This honorable justice court is now in session.
Gentlemen, what is your pleasure?"

He was a little confused, but he meant well. It seemed incum