"Stop yer blubberin', Roscoe," commanded Anderson as harshly as he could.
"An' got her," concluded Roscoe. "She put on her shawl an' mittens an' said she'd run us a race all the way home. We all got ready to start right in front of old Mis' Luce's gate. Bud he stopped an' said, 'Here comes Tony Brink.' We all looked around, an' sure enough, a heavy-set feller was comin' to'rds us. It looked like Tony, but when he got up to us I see it wasn't him. He ast us if we could tell him where Mr. Crow lived—"
"He must 'a' been a stranger," deduced Anderson mechanically.
"—an' Bud said you lived right on ahead where the street lamps was. Jest then a big sleigh turned out of the lane back of Mis' Luce's an' drove up to where we was standin'. Bud was standin' jest like this— me here an' Rosalie a little off to one side. S'posin' this chair was her an'—"
"Yes—yes, go on," from Anderson.
"The sleigh stopped, and there was two fellers in it. There was two seats, too."
"Front and back?"
"Yes, sir."
"I understand. It was a double-seated one," again deduced the marshal.
"An' nen, by gum, 'fore we could say Jack Robinson, one of the fellers jumped out an' grabbed Rosalie. The feller on the groun', he up an' hit me a clip in the ear. I fell down, an' so did Bud—"