It was useless for Blackman, J.P., to rap and call for order.

It had probably been useless for any man to undertake to stop the prisoner at the bar, thus adjured.

At any rate he arose and said politely to the jurors, "Fellers, I got to go"-- and so went, no man raising hand to restrain him.
As to Dan Anderson, he himself admitted his wish that the case had gone on.

"I wanted to cross-examine," said he.
That night, over by the _arroyo_, we met Curly and the Littlest Girl walking in the moonlight.

Curly was quiet.