ILLUSTRATIONS

[Three seconds later the two youngsters had the ear of Anderson Crow]

["Wha—what was that you said?" gasped her husband, flopping back in the seat]

[Then, a hundred feet ahead, his lights fell upon the dauntless, abandoned flivver]

[Words failed Mr. Crow]

[The Rev. Mr. Maltby, pastor of the Congregational Church, happened to be passing the town hall]

[Several heartbroken gentlemen threatened to shoot themselves]

["The celebrated Anderson Crow?" asked the man with the glasses]

[The Marshal started off in the direction of the "shanty"]

["I—I surrender! I give in!" he yelled]

[Something terrible must have happened or Marshal Crow wouldn't be summoned in any such imperative manner as this]

[In the centre of this group was the new candidate for town marshal]

[Harry Squires stepped to the front of the platform]

[When they appeared on the street together]

[He altered his course, and as she passed him, the flat of the spade landed with impelling force]

[Eight or ten people were congregated in front of the Fry house]

[The veiled lady made her daily excursions in the big high-powered car]

[Yanking open the screen-door, he plunged headlong into the softly lighted veranda]

[He was surrounded by conquerors]

[Over him stood two men with pistols levelled at the white, terrified face]

["Hold on, Mort!" called out Mr. Crow. "Don't monkey with that trunk"]

[His wife was now standing guard over it on the porch of the Grand View Hotel]

[These smiling, complacent women formed the Death Watch that was to witness the swift, inevitable finish of the Sunlight Bar]

[At the trial he was shamelessly complimentary about Mrs. Nixon's pie]

["I am going to reveal to you the true facts in the case of our late lamented friend, Jake Miller"]