Altogether, he would make a splendid recruit, thought Anderson Crow.

He was dressed in rough corduroy knickerbockers, the thick coat buttoned up close to his muffled neck.

A woollen cap came down over his ears and a pair of skates dangled from his arm.
"Yes, sir; I'm a detective, and we are up here doin' a little investigatin'.

You are from Chicago, I see." "What makes you think so ?" "Can't fool me.

I c'n always tell.