Bonner done his part? Hasn't he taken them single-handed and
hasn't he saved me from worse than death?"
"I ain't castin' any insinyations at him, Rosalie," retorted Anderson,
very sternly for him. "How _can_ you talk like that?"
"I'm not offended, Miss Gray," laughed Bonner. "We all make mistakes. It
has just occurred to me, however, that Mr. Crow may still be able to
find out who the leader is. The prisoners can be pumped, I dare say."
"You're right ag'in, Mr. Bonner. It's funny how you c'n read my
thoughts. I was jest goin' down to the jail to put 'em through the sweat
cell."
"Sweat cell? You mean sweat box, Mr. Crow," said Bonner, laughing in
spite of himself.
"No, sir; it's a cell. We couldn't find a box big enough. I use the cell
reserved fer women prisoners. Mebby some day the town board will put in
a reg'lar box, but, so far, the cell has done all right. I'll be back
'bout supper-time, Eva. You take keer o' Rosalie. Make her sleep a while
an' I guess you'd better dose her up a bit with quinine an'--"
"I guess I know what to give her, Anderson Crow," resented his wife. "Go
'long with you. You'd oughter been lookin' after them kidnapers three
hours ago. I bet Bud's purty nigh wore out guardin' them. He's been
there ever sence nine o'clock, an' it's half-past two now."
"Roscoe's helpin' him," muttered Anderson, abashed.
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