him over the head with a
swingletree. Sort o' laid him out, some."

"'Bject!" cried the State's attorney, but the judge yawned "M' go on."

"Did he act strangely after receiving that blow?"

"Why, yes; I reckon you would yerself. He hit him a good lick. It was
fer ridin' Hank's favourite mare, an' from that time to now Juan ain't
never been on horseback since. That shows he's _loco_. Any man what
walks is _loco_. Part o' the time, Juan, he's _bronco_, but all the
time he's _loco_."

"He has spells of violence?"

"Shore. You know that. You seen how he fit that Injun--"

"Oh, keep him to the line," protested the prosecutor.

"We won't take up that just now, Curly," said Franklin.

"Well, this here shorely is the funniest layout I ever did see," said
Curly, somewhat injured. "A feller can't say a d----d thing but only
jest what you all want him to say. Now, say--"

"Yes, but--" began Franklin, fearing that he might meet trouble with
this witness even as the prosecutor had, and seeing the latter smiling
behind his hand in recognition of this fact.

"Now, say," insisted Curly, "if you want something they ain't none o'
you said a word about yet, I'll tell you something. You see, Juan, he
had a sister, and this here Cal Greathouse, he--"

"I object, yo' Honah! I object!" cried the State's attorney, springing
to his feet. "This is bringin' the dignity o' the law into ridicule,
sah! into ridicule! I object!"

"Er, ah-h-h!" yawned the judge, suddenly sitting up, "'Journ court, Mr.
Clerk! We will set to-morrow mornin' at the same place, at nine
o'clock.--Mr. Sheriff, take charge of the prisoner.--Where is the
sheriff, Mr. Clerk?"

"Please the Court," said the prosecuting attorney, "Sheriff Watson is
not here to-day. He is lyin' sick out to his ranch. He was injured,
yo' Honah, in arrestin' Ike Anderson, and he has not yet recovered."

"Well, who is in charge of this prisoner?" said the Court. "There
ought to be some one to take care of him."

"I reckon I am, Judge," said Curly. "He is sort o' stayin' with me
while Bill's under the weather."

"Well, take him in charge, some one, and have him here in the morning."

"All right, judge," said Curly quietly, "I'll take care of him."

He beckoned to Juan, and the giant rose and followed after him, still
smiling and pleased at what to him also was a novel show.

It was three o'clock of the afternoon. The thirst of a district Judge
had adjourned t