"Call William Haskins," said the prosecuting attorney, standing up, with his hands in his pockets.
"William Haskins, William Haskins, William Haskins! Come into Court!" cried out the clerk from his corner of the store box. No immediate response was made. Some one nudged Curly, who started up.
"Who—me?" he said.
"Is your name William Haskins?" asked the judge.
"Reckon so," said Curly. "My folks used to call me that. I usually go under the road brand o' Curly, though." He took his seat on a stool near the store box, was sworn, with his hat on, and the prosecuting attorney began the examination.
"What is your name?"
"Why, Curly."
"What is your occupation?"
"What?"
"How do you make your living?"