Crow?"
"Jest like any medicine. It has drugs in it. They use it to pull teeth.
Well, what then?"
"Well," interposed Roscoe, "Mr. Lamson gave the alarm, an' nearly
ever'body in town got out o' bed. They telegraphed to Boggs City an' all
around, but it didn't seem to do no good. Them horses went faster'n
telegraphs."
"Did you ever see them fellers before?"
"No, sir; but I think I'd know 'em with their masks off."
"Was they masked?"
"Their faces were."
"Oh, my poor little Rosalie!" sobbed old Anderson hopelessly.
CHAPTER XVI
The Haunted House
Days passed without word or sign from the missing girl. The marshal
haunted the post-office and the railroad station, hoping with all his
poor old heart that word would come from her; but the letter was not
there, nor was there a telegram at the station when he strolled over to
that place. The county officials at Boggs City came down and began a
cursory investigation, but Anderson's emphatic though doleful opinions
set them quite straight, and they gave up the quest. There was nothing
to do but to sit back and wait.
In those three days Anderson Crow turned greyer and older, although he
maintained a splendid show of resignation. He had made a perfunctory
offer of reward for Rosalie, dead or alive, but he knew all the time
that it would be fruitless. Mark Riley, the bill-poster, stuck up the
glaring reward notices as far away as the telegraph poles in Clay
County.
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