The Pursuit Begins


Fifteen minutes later Anderson Crow was parading proudly about the town.
He had taken the stranger to the creek and had seen him scurry across
the log to the opposite side, supplied with directions that would lead
him to the nearest route through the swamps and timberland to Crow's
Cliff. The stranger had Anderson's money in his pocket; but Anderson had
a very respectable sort of driving outfit to show for it. His wife kept
dinner for him until two o'clock, and then sent the youngest Crow out to
tell her father that he'd have to go hungry until supper-time.

It is no wonder that Anderson failed to reach home in time for the
midday meal. He started home properly enough, but what progress could he
make when everybody in town stopped him to inquire about the remarkable
deal and to have a look at the purchase. Without a single dissenting
voice, Tinkletown said Anderson had very much the "best of the bargain."
George Ray meant all right when he said, "A fool for luck," but he was
obliged to explain thoroughly the witticism before the proud Mr. Crow
could consider himself appeased.

It was not until he pulled up in front of the _Weekly Banner_
establishment to tell the reporter "the news" that his equanimity
received its first jar. He was quite proud of the deal, and, moreover,
he enjoyed seeing his name in the paper. In the meantime almost
everybody in Tinkletown was discussing the awful profligacy of the
stranger. It had not occurred to anybody to wonder why he had been in
such a hurry to reach Crow's Cliff, a wild, desolate spot down the
river.