But not that day, nor the next, nor any day, in fact, did news come of
their capture, so Tinkletown was obliged to settle back into a state of
tranquility. Some little interest was aroused when the town board
ordered the calaboose repaired, and there was a ripple of excitement
attached to the funeral of the only kidnaper in captivity. It was
necessary to postpone the oyster supper at the Methodist Church, but
there was some consolation in the knowledge that it would soon be
summer-time and the benighted Africans would not need the money for
winter clothes. The reception at the minister's house was a fizzle. He
was warned in time, however, and it was his own fault that he received
no more than a jug of vinegar, two loaves of bread and a pound of honey
as the result of his expectations. It was the first time that a "pound"
party had proven a losing enterprise.
Anderson Crow maintained a relentless search for the desperadoes. He
refused to accept Wicker Bonner's theory that they were safe in the city
of New York. It was his own opinion that they were still in the
neighbourhood, waiting for a chance to exhume the body of Davy's mother
and make off with it.
"Don't try to tell me, Mr. Bonner, that even a raskil like him hasn't
any love fer his mother," he contended. "Davy may not be much of a
model, but he had a feelin' fer the woman who bore him, an' don't you
fergit it.
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