They tried every possible way to give us "dirt," that is, to put us to trouble and expense, and even send us to the pen if they could.

They succeeded in having me indicted for perjury by the Grand Jury at Prescott, the then capital of Arizona.

It cost us some money, but no incriminating evidence was forthcoming and the trial was a farce.

The trial jury consisted of miners, cattlemen, saloon-keepers and others, and by mixing freely with them, standing drinks, etc., we managed to "correct" any bad feeling there might have been against us.

Certainly these jurymen might have made trouble for me, but they did not.