"Hold on, Mort!" called out Mr. Crow. "Don't monkey with that trunk"
The two strangers turned on him.
"Well, who the deuce have we here?" said the man, with some acerbity.
"Oh, what a nice old policeman!" cried the lady, fixing the Marshal with a pair of intensely blue eyes. Mr. Crow looked at her in amazement. Could any one as pretty, as dainty and as refined-looking as she be engaged in the awful business of charming snakes?
"Before we go any further, mister, I've got to know what's inside that box," said Anderson firmly.
"What's the matter with you?" demanded the other. "There's nothing in it that need excite the law, my good man."
"This is our town marshal, Anderson Crow," explained Mort Fryback.