Rage surged up and drove out the shame in his soul.

"I'll tackle the hull caboodle, dang 'em!" And he meant it, too.
Blake did not stop to explain, but started on, commanding Mr.Crow to follow.

With rare fore-thought the marshal donned his yellow beard as he panted in the trail of the lithe young actor.

The latter remembered that the odds were heavily against him.

The marshal might prove a valuable aid in case of resistance, provided, of course, that they came upon the robbers in the plight he was hoping for.
"Where the dickens are you a-goin' ?" wheezed the marshal, kicking up a great dust in the rear.