The few hundred able-bodied men of the town rallied to the support of their marshal and the law, and there was not one who refused to turn out in the cold night air for a sweeping search of the woods and fields.
Rosalie, who had been awakened early in the evening by Mr.Crow's noisy preparations for the pursuit, came downstairs, and instantly lost all desire to sleep.

Bonner was lying on a couch in the "sitting-room," which now served as a temporary bedchamber.
"If you'll just hand me those revolvers, Mr.Crow," said he, indicating the two big automatics he had taken from Davy and Bill, "I'll stand guard over the house as best I can while you're away." "Stand guard?
What fer?
Nobody's goin' to steal the house." "We should not forget that these same rascals may take it into their heads to double on their tracks and try to carry Miss Gray away again.
With her in their possession they'll receive their pay; without her their work will have been for nothing.

It is a desperate crowd, and they may think the plan at least worth trying." Rosalie's grateful, beaming glance sent a quiver that was not of pain through Bonner's frame.
"Don't worry about that," said the marshal.

"We'll have 'em shot to pieces inside of an hour an' a half." "Anderson, I want you to be very careful with that horse pistol," said his wife nervously.

"It ain't been shot off sence the war, an' like as not it'll kill you from behind." "Gosh blast it, Eva!" roared Anderson, "don't you suppose I know which end to shoot with ?" And away he rushed in great dudgeon.
Edna Crow sat at the front window, keeping watch for hours.