The Daughter of Anderson CrowMcCutcheon, George Barr
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The Daughter of Anderson Crow
McCutcheon, George Barr
City and town life -- Fiction; Foundlings -- Fiction; New York (State) -- Fiction
"But there are ladies here, my good man; you won't subject them to such
treatment!"
"You're all of a kind--we're going to take the whole bunch!"
"What do you think will happen to you if you are mistaken in your man?"
"We're not mistaken, dang ye!"
"He could sue you for every dollar you possess. I know, for I'm a
lawyer!"
"Now, I'm sure you're in the job with him. I s'pose you'll try to work
in the insanity dodge! It's a nest of thieves and robbers! Say, I'll
give you five minutes to surrender; if you don't, we'll set fire to the
derned shanty!"
"Look here, boys," said Jack Barnes suddenly, "I've done nothing and am
not afraid to be arrested. I'm going to give myself up." Of course there
was a storm of protest and a flow of tears, but the culprit was firm.
"Tell the old fossil that if he'll guarantee safety to me I'll give up!"
Anderson was almost too quick in promising protection.
"Ask him if he will surrender and make a confession to me--I am Anderson
Crow, sir!" was the marshal's tactful suggestion.
"He'll do both, Mr. Crow!" replied Crosby.
"We've got to take the whole bunch of you, young man. You're all guilty
of conspiracy, the whole caboodle!"
"But the ladies, you darned old Rube--they can't--"
"Looky here, young feller, you can't dictate to me. I'll have you to--"
"We'll all go!" cried Mrs. Crosby warmly.
"To the very end!" added the new Mrs. Barnes.
"What will your father say?" demanded the groom.
"He'll disown me anyway, dear, so what's the difference?"
"It's rather annoying for a minister--" began the Reverend "Jimmy,"
putting on his hat.
"We'll beg off for you!" cried Mrs. Crosby ironically.
"But I'm going to jail, too," finished he grimly.
"All right," called Crosby from the window; "here we come!"
And forth marched the desperate quintet, three strapping young men and
two very pretty and nervous young women. They were met by Anderson Crow
and a dozen armed men from Tinkletown, every one of them shaking in his
boots. The irrepressible Mrs. Crosby said "Boo!" suddenly, and half the
posse jumped as though some one had thrown a bomb at them.
"Now, I demand an explanation of this outrage," said Jack Barnes
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."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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