He is lyin' sick out to his ranch.

He was injured, yo' Honah, in arrestin' Ike Anderson, and he has not yet recovered." "Well, who is in charge of this prisoner ?" said the Court.

"There ought to be some one to take care of him." "I reckon I am, Judge," said Curly.

"He is sort o' stayin' with me while Bill's under the weather." "Well, take him in charge, some one, and have him here in the morning." "All right, judge," said Curly quietly, "I'll take care of him." He beckoned to Juan, and the giant rose and followed after him, still smiling and pleased at what to him also was a novel show.
It was three o'clock of the afternoon.

The thirst of a district Judge had adjourned the district court.