M., Miss Gray. Don't worry. I'm all right. A cut in
my leg; the old woman plugged me. I can't walk, you know--but--"
"And you carried me out here and did all that and never said a word
about--oh, how good and brave and noble you are!"
When Anderson Crow and half of Tinkletown, routed out _en masse_ by Bud,
appeared on the scene an hour or two later, they found Wicker Bonner
stretched out on a mattress, his head in Rosalie's lap. The young woman
held his revolver in her hand, and there was a look in her face which
said that she would shoot any one who came to molest her charge. Two
helpless desperadoes lay cursing in the corner of the tent.
Anderson Crow, after an hour of deliberation and explanation, fell upon
the bound and helpless bandits and bravely carted the whole lot to the
town "calaboose." Wicker Bonner and his nurse were taken into town, and
the news of the rescue went flying over the county, and eventually to
the four corners of the land, for Congressman Bonner's nephew was a
person of prominence.
Bonner, as he passed up the main street in Peabody's sleigh on the way
to Anderson Crow's home, was the centre of attraction. He was the hero
of the hour, for was not Rosalie Gray herself, pale and ill with
torture, his most devoted slave? What else could Tinkletown do but pay
homage when it saw Bonner's head against her shoulder and Anderson Crow
shouting approval from the bob-sled that carried the kidnapers.
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