Bracken's
automobile? Thunderation! What a fool question!"
CHAPTER XXXIII
Bill Briggs Tells a Tale
Tinkletown fairly bubbled with excitement. At last the eyes of the world
were upon it. News of the great sensation was flashed to the end of the
earth; every detail was gone into with harrowing minuteness. The
Hemisphere Company announced by telegraph that it stood ready to hand
over the ten thousand dollars; and the sheriff of Bramble County with
all the United States deputy marshals within reach raced at once to
Tinkletown to stick a finger in the pie.
The morning after the "great pavilion robbery," as it was called in the
_Banner_, Anderson Crow and Bonner fared forth early to have a look at
the injured desperadoes, all of whom were safely under guard at the
reincarnated calaboose. Fifty armed men had stood guard all night long,
notwithstanding the fact that one robber was dead and the others so
badly injured that they were not expected to survive the day.
A horseman passed the marshal and his friend near the post-office,
riding rapidly to the north. He waved his crop pleasantly to them and
Bonner responded. Anderson stopped stock still and tried to speak, but
did not succeed for a full minute; he was dumb with excitement.
"That's him!" he managed to gasp. "The feller I saw the other day--the
man on horseback!"
"That?" cried Bonner, laughing heartily.
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