Cain't you see it ?" Sure enough, the stern of a small boat stuck out into the deep, broad river, the bow being hidden by the bushes.
"Both of 'em hurried up the hill over yender, an' that's the last I seen of 'em," concluded the lad.
Anderson Crow and his man-hunters stared helplessly at the broad, swift river, and then looked at each other in despair.

There was no boat in sight except the murderer's, and there was no bridge within ten miles.
While they were growling a belated detachment of hunters came up to the river bank greatly agitated.
"A telephone message has just come to town sayin' there would be a thousand dollars reward," announced one of the late arrivals; and instantly there was an imperative demand for boats.
"There's an old raft upstream a-ways," said the boy, "but I don't know how many it will kerry.

They use it to pole corn over from Mr.
Knoblock's farm to them big summer places in the hills up yender." "Is it sound ?" demanded Anderson Crow.
"Must be or they wouldn't use it," said Squires sarcastically.

"Where is it, kid ?" The boy led the way up the river bank, the whole company trailing behind.
"Sh! Not too loud," cautioned Anderson Crow.

Fifteen minutes later a wobbly craft put out to sea, manned by a picked crew of determined citizens of Tinkletown.