Later on, after the five bandits had been carried to the village, Jackie
Blake gladly informed his sweetheart that they could have easy sailing
with the seven thousand dollars he expected. Anderson Crow had agreed to
take but three thousand dollars for his share in the capture. One of the
robbers was dead. The body of the sixth was found in the river weeks
afterward.
"I'm glad I was the first on the ground," said Blake, in anticipation of
the reward which was eventually to be handed over to him. "But Anderson
Crow turned out to be a regular trump, after all. He's a corker!" He was
speaking to Wicker Bonner and a crowd of New Yorkers.
Tinkletown began to talk of a monument to Anderson Crow, even while he
lived. The general opinion was that it should be erected while he was
still able to enjoy it and not after his death, when he would not know
anything about its size and cost.
"By gosh! 'Twas a great capture!" swelling perceptibly. "I knowed they
couldn't escape me. Dang 'em! they didn't figger on me, did they? Pshaw!
it was reediculus of 'em to think they c'd fool me entirely, although
I'll have to confess they did fool me at first. It was a desprit gang
an' mighty slick."
"You worked it great, Anderson," said George Ray. "Did you know about
the washout?"
"Did I know about it?" snorted Anderson witheringly. "Why, good Gosh
a'mighty, didn't I purty near run my legs off to git there in time to
throw down the barricade before they could get there with Mr.
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