The marshal said the man had run to the southeast, but for some inexplicable reason quite a number of the pursuers wanted to hunt for him in the northwest.

Finally it was decided to separate into posses of ten, all to converge at Crow's Cliff as soon as possible.

There were enough double-barrelled shotguns in the party to have conquered a pirate crew.
At the end of an hour Anderson Crow and his delegation came to the narrow path which led to the summit of Crow's Cliff.

They were very brave by this time.

A small boy was telling them he had seen the fugitive about dinner-time "right where you fellers are standin' now." "Did he have any blood on him ?" demanded Anderson Crow.
"No, sir; not 'less it was under his clothes." "Did he say anythin' to you ?" "He ast me where this path went to." "See that, gentlemen!" cried Anderson.