Both were frantic with fear.
"But he called you a female!" roared he.
"Well, I _am_!" she wailed miserably.
"Who is it you want ?" asked Crosby from the window.
"That's all right," roared Anderson Crow; "purduce him at once!" "Is this the fellow ?" and Crosby dragged the Reverend "Jimmy" into view.
There was a moment's inspection of the cadaverous face, and then the sleuths shook their heads.
"Not on your life!" said Mr.Crow.

"But he's in there--Ike Smalley seen him an' his paramount go up the steps from the landin'! 'Twon't do no good to hide him, young feller; he's--" "Well, let me tell you something.

You are too late--they're married!" cried Crosby triumphantly.
"I don't give a cuss if they're married and have sixteen children!" shouted the exasperated Crow, his badge fairly dancing.

"He's got to surrender!" "Oh, he does, eh ?" "Yes, sir-ee-o-bob; he's got to give up, dead or alive! Trot him out lively, now!" "I don't mind telling you that Mr.Barnes is here; but I'd like to know why you're hunting him down like a wild beast, shooting at him and Miss--I mean Mrs.Barnes.

It's an outrage!" "Oh, we ain't the on'y people that can kill and slaughter! She's just as bad as he is, for that matter--an' so are you and that other lantern-jawed outlaw in there." The Reverend "Jimmy" gasped and turned a fiery red.
"Did he call me a--say!" and he pushed Crosby aside.