She smiled up into his eyes, and he felt very secure.
"What do you fellows want ?" demanded Crosby from the window.

Anderson Crow was standing on the river bank like a true Napoleon, flanked by three trusty riflemen.
"Who air you ?" asked Anderson in return.

He was panting heavily, and his legs trembled.
"None of your business! Get off these grounds at once; they're private!" "None o' your sass, now, young man; I'm an officer of the law, an' a detective to boot! We sha'n't stand any nonsense.

The place is surrounded and he can't escape! Where is he ?" "That's for you to find out if you're such a good detective! This is David Bracken's place, and you can find him at his home on the hilltop yonder!" "Ask him what we've done, George," whispered Barnes.
"We ain't after Mr.Bracken, young feller, but you know what we _do_ want! He's in there--you're shielding him--we won't parley much longer! Send him out!" said Anderson Crow.
"If you come a foot nearer you'll get shot into the middle of kingdom come!" shouted Crosby defiantly.
The inmates gasped, for there was not a firearm on the place.
"Be careful!" warned the Reverend "Jimmy" nervously.
"Goin' to resist, eh?
Well, we'll get him; don't you worry; an' that ornery female o' hisn', too!" "Did you hear that ?" exclaimed Jack Barnes.

"Let me get at the old rat." He was making for the door when the two women obstructed the way.