The Daughter of Anderson Crow by George Barr McCutcheon
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who sold that rig to you. The murderer is known to have driven in this
direction. People saw him going almost at a gallop." It is not necessary to say that Tinkletown thoroughly turned inside out with excitement. The whole population was soon at the post-office, and everybody was trying to supply Anderson Crow with wits. He had lost his own. "We've got to catch that fellow," finally resolved the marshal. There was a dead silence. "He's got a pistol," ventured some one. "How do you know?" demanded Mr. Crow keenly. "Did y' see it?" "He couldn't ha' killed that feller 'thout a gun." "That's a fact," agreed Anderson Crow. "Well, we've got to get him, anyhow. I call for volunteers! Who will join me in the search?" cried the marshal bravely. "I hate to go to Crow's Cliff after him," said George Ray. "It's a lonesome place, and as dark as night 'mong them trees and rocks." "It's our duty to catch him. He's a criminal, and besides, he's killed a man," said Crow severely. "And he has twenty-one dollars of your money," added Harry Squires. "I'll go with you, Anderson. I've got a revolver." |
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