"Won't you take off your cap, Mr. Crow?" He removed it
sheepishly.
"Lord, no!" he exclaimed in confusion. "I mean the crime--not the cap.
Well, I guess I'll be goin'. School's goin' to take up, I reckon. See
you later, Miss Banks." He restored his cap to its accustomed place and
was starting toward the door, a trifle dazed and bewildered.
"What is it that you wish to find out, Mr. Crow?" she suddenly called to
him. He halted and faced about so quickly that his reply came like a
shot out of a gun.
"I'm on the lookout fer a girl--an' she'll be's rich's Crowses if I c'n
only find 'er. I dassent tell 'er name jest now," he went on, slowly
retracing his steps, "'cause I don't want people--er her either, fer
that matter--to git onter my scheme. But you jest wait." He was standing
very close to her now and looking her full in the face. "You're sure you
don't know anythin' 'bout her?"
"Why, how should I know? You've told me nothing."
"You've got purty good clothes fer a common school-teacher," he flung at
her in an aggressive, impertinent tone, but the warm colour that swiftly
rose to her cheeks forced him to recall his words, for he quickly
tempered them with, "Er, at least, that's what all the women folks say."
"Oh, so some one has been talking about my affairs? Some of your
excellent women want to know more about me than--"
"Don't git excited, Miss Banks," he interrupted; "the women ain't got
anythin' to do with it--I mean, it's nothin' to them.
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