I guess Anderson Crow knows blood when he sees it." "Do you mean to tell me that you've been trailing us all day in the belief that some one of us had killed somebody ?" demanded Tom Reddon.
Harry Squires explained the situation, Anderson being too far gone to step into the breach.

It may be of interest to say that the Tinkletown detective was the sensation of the hour.

The crowd, merry once more, lauded him to the skies for the manner in which the supposed culprits had been trailed, and the marshal's pomposity grew almost to the bursting point.
"But how about that blood ?" he demanded.
"Yes," said Harry Squires with a sly grin, "it was positively identified as yours, Miss Banks." "Well, it's the first time I was ever fooled," confessed Anderson glibly.

"I'll have to admit it.

The blood really belonged to 'Rast Little.