Lawyer. Michael Doolittle.
Officer. Michael Doolittle. (goes for him, and marches him into the pen.)
Judge. What is the charge?
Lawyer. Highway robbery.
Judge. Highway robbery! What is that?
Lawyer. Stealing from the person—taking the prosecutor’s watch—his golden time-keeper.
Judge. Prisoner, what have you to say in mitigation of the sentence of the Court, pertaining to this heinous, serious charge?
Prisoner. I was guilty, your Honor, but that ’ere man (points to the prosecutor) came alone, and placed himself in my way.
Judge. Prisoner, is that your only defence? Were you hungry—were you hard up?
Prisoner. Had not one dime to rub against another.