Two helpless desperadoes lay cursing in the corner of the tent.
Anderson Crow, after an hour of deliberation and explanation, fell upon the bound and helpless bandits and bravely carted the whole lot to the town "calaboose." Wicker Bonner and his nurse were taken into town, and the news of the rescue went flying over the county, and eventually to the four corners of the land, for Congressman Bonner's nephew was a person of prominence.
Bonner, as he passed up the main street in Peabody's sleigh on the way to Anderson Crow's home, was the centre of attraction.

He was the hero of the hour, for was not Rosalie Gray herself, pale and ill with torture, his most devoted slave?
What else could Tinkletown do but pay homage when it saw Bonner's head against her shoulder and Anderson Crow shouting approval from the bob-sled that carried the kidnapers.

The four bandits, two of them much the worse for the night's contact with Wicker Bonner, were bundled into the lock-up, a sadly morose gang of ghosts.
"I owe you a thousand dollars," said Anderson to Bonner as they drew up in front of the marshal's home.

All Tinkletown was there to see how Mrs.
Crow and the family would act when Rosalie was restored to them.

The yard was full of gaping villagers, and there was a diffident cheer when Mrs.Crow rushed forth and fairly dragged Rosalie from the sleigh.
"Blootch" Peabody gallantly interposed and undertook to hand the girl forth with the grace of a Chesterfield.