Her mother then flatly refused to
accompany her, complaining of her head and heart. In the end the elder
lady decided to accept Mrs. Crow's invitation to remain at the house
until Elsie's return.
"I shall bring Rosalie back with me, mother," said Elsie as she prepared
to drive away. Mrs. Banks, frail and wan, bowed her head listlessly and
turned to follow her hostess indoors. With Roscoe in the seat with the
driver, the carriage started briskly off down the shady street, headed
for the ferry road and Bonner Place.
To return to Anderson Crow and his precipitancy. Just as the lodge
keeper had said, the marshal, afoot and dusty, descended upon Mr. Barnes
without ceremony. The great lawyer was strolling about the grounds when
his old enemy arrived. He recognised the odd figure as it approached
among the trees.
"Hello, Mr. Crow!" he called cheerily. "Are you going to arrest me
again?" He advanced to shake hands.
"Yes, sir; you are my prisoner," said Anderson, panting, but stern. "I
know you, Mr. Barnes. It won't do you any good to deny it."
"Come in and sit down. You look tired," said Barnes genially, regarding
his words as a jest; but Anderson proudly stood his ground.
"You can't come any game with me. It won't do you no good to be perlite,
my man. This time you don't git away."
"You don't mean to say you are in earnest?" cried Barnes.
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