"I s'pose you're goin' ter try the insanity dodge." "It's lucky for me that they caught him," said Barnes as the herd of prisoners moved off toward the string of boats tied to Mr.Bracken's wharf.
"Come off!" exclaimed Squires, the reporter, scornfully.

"We're onto you, all right, all right." "What! Do you think I'm the man who--well, holy mackerel! Say, you gravestones, don't you ever hear any news out here?
Wake up! They caught the murderer at Billsport, not more than five miles from your jay burg.
I was driving through the town when they brought him in.

That's what made me late, dear," turning to Marjory.
"Yes, and I'll bet my soul that here comes some one with the news," cried George Crosby, who had heard nothing of the tragedy until this instant.
A rowboat containing three men was making for the landing.

Somehow, Anderson Crow and his posse felt the ground sinking beneath them.

Not a man uttered a sound until one of the newcomers called out from the boat: "Is Anderson Crow there ?" "Yes, sir; what is it ?" demanded Crow in a wobbly voice.
"Your wife wants to know when in thunder you're comin' home." By this time the skiff was bumping against the landing.
"You tell her to go to Halifax!" retorted Anderson Crow.