"I'll take a look at him an' ast fer his badge." Marshal Crow paraded boldly into the kitchen, where the strange man was regaling the younger Crows with conversation the while he partook comfortably of pie and other things more substantial.
"Are you Mr. Crow?" he asked nonchalantly, as Anderson appeared before him.
"I am. Who are you?"
"I am Hawkshaw, the detective," responded the man, his mouth full of blackberry pie.
"Gee whiz!" gasped Anderson. "Eva, it's the celebrated Hawkshaw."
"Right you are, sir. I'm after the kid."
"You'll have to identify it," something inspired Anderson to say.
"Sure. That's easy. It's the one that was left on your doorstep last night," said the man glibly.
"Well, I guess you're right," began Anderson disconsolately.
