Three seconds later the two youngsters had the ear of Anderson Crow "Wha—what was that you said?" gasped her husband, flopping back in the seat Then, a hundred feet ahead, his lights fell upon the dauntless, abandoned flivver Words failed Mr. Crow The Rev. Mr. Maltby, pastor of the Congregational Church, happened to be passing the town hall Several heartbroken gentlemen threatened to shoot themselves "The celebrated Anderson Crow?" asked the man with the glasses The Marshal started off in the direction of the "shanty" "I—I surrender! I give in!" he yelled Something terrible must have happened or Marshal Crow wouldn't be summoned in any such imperative manner as this In the centre of this group was the new candidate for town marshal Harry Squires stepped to the front of the platform When they appeared on the street together He altered his course, and as she passed him, the flat of the spade landed with impelling force Eight or ten people were congregated in front of the Fry house The veiled lady made her daily excursions in the big high-powered car Yanking open the screen-door, he plunged headlong into the softly lighted veranda He was surrounded by conquerors Over him stood two men with pistols levelled at the white, terrified face "Hold on, Mort!" called out Mr. Crow. "Don't monkey with that trunk" His wife was now standing guard over it on the porch of the Grand View Hotel These smiling, complacent women formed the Death Watch that was to witness the swift, inevitable finish of the Sunlight Bar At the trial he was shamelessly complimentary about Mrs. Nixon's pie "I am going to reveal to you the true facts in the case of our late lamented friend, Jake Miller"
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