“Proceed, then.”
“I was entering the house of the prisoner to arrest him, in obedience to your worshipful commands, when the prisoner lifted a gun and fired at me. The bullet from the gun struck me upon the ear, cutting it and putting me to much pain and loss of blood. That is the evidence I have to give.”
“That’s right; that is not a lie,” said some of the men on the waggon.
“Prisoner, have you any question to ask the witness?” said Muller.
“I have no question to ask; I deny your jurisdiction,” said the old man with spirit.
“The prisoner declines to question the witness, and again pleads to the jurisdiction, a plea which I have overruled. Gentlemen, do you desire to hear any further evidence?”
“No, no.”
“Do you find the prisoner guilty of the charges laid against him?”
“Yes, yes,” from the waggon.
Muller made a further note in his book, and went on: