While they were growling a belated detachment of hunters came up to the
river bank greatly agitated.

"A telephone message has just come to town sayin' there would be a
thousand dollars reward," announced one of the late arrivals; and
instantly there was an imperative demand for boats.

"There's an old raft upstream a-ways," said the boy, "but I don't know
how many it will kerry. They use it to pole corn over from Mr.
Knoblock's farm to them big summer places in the hills up yender."

"Is it sound?" demanded Anderson Crow.

"Must be or they wouldn't use it," said Squires sarcastically. "Where is
it, kid?"

The boy led the way up the river bank, the whole company trailing
behind.

"Sh! Not too loud," cautioned Anderson Crow. Fifteen minutes later a
wobbly craft put out to sea, manned by a picked crew of determined
citizens of Tinkletown. When they were in midstream a loud cry came from
the bank they had left behind. Looking back, Anderson Crow saw excited
men dashing about, most of them pointing excitedly up into the hills
across the river. After a diligent search the eyes of the men on the
raft saw what it was that had created such a stir at the base of Crow's
Cliff.

"There he is!" cried Anderson Crow in awed tones. There was no mistaking