So he got his own auto out, sir, and they went off together.

They took the short cut, sir, by the ferry road, 'eaded for Tinkletown.

Mr.Barnes said he'd be back before noon, sir--if he wasn't lynched." "It's all over," groaned Bonner dejectedly.

Something had slipped from under his feet and he was dangling in space, figuratively speaking.
"There's nothing to do, Rosalie, except to chase them down.

Mr.Crow has ruined everything.