"Ever since we was kids together. He used to be a mozo on my pap's ranch, over in San Saba County."
"Did you ever know him to receive any injury, any blow about the head?"
"Well, onct ole Hank Swartzman swatted 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.