"Well, I'll arrest him myself," said the Justice. "He's got to be
brought to trile."

"Well, now," I ventured to suggest, "that doesn't look exactly right,
either, since you are to try the case, Judge. It's legal, but it isn't
etiquette."

Blackman scratched his head. "Maybe that's so," said he. Then turning
to me, "S'pose _you_ arrest him."

"He can't," said Dan Anderson. "He's the prosecuting attorney--only
other lawyer in town. It wouldn't look right for either the judge or
prosecutor to make the arrest. Curly might not like it." This all
seemed true enough, and we fell into a quandary.

"I'll tell you," said Dan Anderson at length. "I'd better arrest him
myself. I'm going to defend him, so it would look more regular for me
to bring him in. Looks like he wasn't afraid of the verdict. We
ain't, either. I want you to remember, Judge, if you don't clear him--"

Here counsel for the Territory interrupted, feeling that the majesty of
the law was not fully observed by threatening the trial judge in
advance.

"Well, come along, then," said Anderson. "Let that part of it go.
Come over and let's get out the warrant."

I was not with them when the warrant was issued, though that part of
the proceeding might naturally have seemed rather the duty of the