"The robbers."
"I ain't been trackin' robbers, George."
"What in thunder have you been trackin' all over the country every day, then?"
"I'm breakin' this colt," calmly replied the marshal, with a mighty wink at old Betty, whom he had driven to the same buckboard for twenty years. As George departed with an insulted snort, Andrew Gregory came from the barn, where he had been awaiting the return of Mr. Crow."
"I'm next to something big," he announced in a low tone, first looking in all directions to see that no one was listening.
"Gosh! Did you land Mr. Farnsworth?"
"It has nothing to do with insurance," hastily explained the agent. "I've heard something of vast importance to you."
"You don't mean to say the troupe has busted?"
"No—no; it is in connection with—with—" and here Mr. Gregory leaned forward and whispered something in Anderson's ear. Mr. Crow promptly stopped dead still in his tracks, his eyes bulging. Betty, who was being led to the water trough, being blind and having no command to halt, proceeded to bump forcibly against her master's frame.