They got to, y' see, ef they're goin' to foller half a dozen clews at oncet.

Gee whiz, Wick, leave this thing to me! I'll git at the bottom of it inside o' no time." "Wait a few days, Mr.Crow," argued Bonner, playing for time.

"Don't hurry.

We've got all we can do now to take care of the fellows you and that young actor captured last night." The young man's plan was to keep Anderson off the trail entirely and give the seemingly impossible clew into the possession of the New York bureau.
"I don't know what I'd 'a' done ef it hadn't been fer that young feller," said the marshal.

"He was right smart help to me last night." Bonner, who knew the true story, suppressed a smile and loved the old man none the less for his mild deception.
They entered the "calaboose," which now had all the looks and odours of a hospital.