"Maybe so. Now, them hide ropes—"
"Never mind about the hide ropes. I want to know what the prisoner did."
"Well, when we roped him he didn't make no kick."
"Never mind. He saw the figure in the ashes?"
"What do you know about it?—you wasn't there."
"No, but I'm going to make you tell what was there."
"You are, huh? Well, you crack yer whip. I like to see any feller make me tell anything I don't want to tell."
"That's right, Curly," said some one back in the crowd. "No bluff goes."
"Not in a hundred!" said Curly.
"Now, now, now!" began the judge drowsily. The prosecuting attorney counselled of craftiness, at this juncture, foreseeing trouble if he insisted. "Take the witness," he said abruptly.