It was the coming of the Law! Ah! Dan Anderson, you ruined our little paradise; and now its walls are down forever, even the walls of our city of content.
Dan Anderson stood, young, tall and grave, one hand in the bosom of his shirt, for hardly one present wore a coat.

He had his audience with him before he spoke.

When he began he caught them tighter to his cause, using not merely flowing rhetoric of speech, but the close-knit, advancing, upbuilding argument of a man able to "think on his feet,"-- that higher sort of oratory which is most convincing with an American audience or an American jury.
The statement of the prosecution, said Dan Anderson, was on the whole a fair one, and no discredit to the learned brother making it.

None would more readily than himself yield acquiescence to the statement that law and order must prevail.

Without law there could be nothing but anarchy.