savagely. "What do you mean by shooting at me and my--my wife and
arresting us, and all that?"

"You'll find out soon enough when you're strung up fer it," snarled
Anderson Crow. "An' you'll please hand over that money I paid fer the
hoss and buggy. I'll learn you how to sell stolen property to me."

"Oh, I'm a horse-thief, am I? This is rich. And they'll string me up,
eh? Next thing you'll be accusing me of killing that farmer up near
Boggs City."

"Well, by gosh! you're a cool one!" ejaculated Anderson Crow. "I s'pose
you're goin' ter try the insanity dodge."

"It's lucky for me that they caught him," said Barnes as the herd of
prisoners moved off toward the string of boats tied to Mr. Bracken's
wharf.

"Come off!" exclaimed Squires, the reporter, scornfully. "We're onto
you, all right, all right."

"What! Do you think I'm the man who--well, holy mackerel! Say, you
gravestones, don't you ever hear any news out here? Wake up! They caught
the murderer at Billsport, not more than five miles from your jay burg.
I was driving through the town when they brought him in. That's what
made me late, dear," turning to Marjory.

"Yes, and I'll bet my soul that here comes some one with the news,"
cried George Crosby, who had heard nothing of the tragedy until this
instant.