"Goin' to resist, eh? Well, we'll get him; don't you worry; an' that
ornery female o' hisn', too!"

"Did you hear that?" exclaimed Jack Barnes. "Let me get at the old rat."
He was making for the door when the two women obstructed the way. Both
were frantic with fear.

"But he called you a female!" roared he.

"Well, I _am_!" she wailed miserably.

"Who is it you want?" asked Crosby from the window.

"That's all right," roared Anderson Crow; "purduce him at once!"

"Is this the fellow?" and Crosby dragged the Reverend "Jimmy" into view.
There was a moment's inspection of the cadaverous face, and then the
sleuths shook their heads.

"Not on your life!" said Mr. Crow. "But he's in there--Ike Smalley seen
him an' his paramount go up the steps from the landin'! 'Twon't do no
good to hide him, young feller; he's--"

"Well, let me tell you something. You are too late--they're married!"
cried Crosby triumphantly.

"I don't give a cuss if they're married and have sixteen children!"
shouted the exasperated Crow, his badge fairly dancing. "He's got to
surrender!"