“Know this defendant?” asked the judge.
“Seen him some.”
“You made the charge ag’in’ him?”
“I done so.”
“Why?”
“Your wife told me to.”
“Um!... Charge him with bein’ a vagrant, don’t you? That’s your charge?”
“Ya-as.... Him and his boy is tramps. They footed it into town. No visible means of support. Livin’ in that there old shanty down by the bayou. Ordered him to git out of town, and he refused. Don’t work. Jest a tramp.”
“That all?”
“Plenty, hain’t it?”