I tole him no, not that I knowed of, but I jest thought I'd ask; I thought mebby he'd had some stole.

You never c'n tell, you know, an' it pays to be attendin' to business all the time.

Well, I was drivin' back slow when up rode a feller on horseback.

He was a fine-lookin' man 'bout fifty year old, I reckon, an' was dressed in all them new-fangled ridin' togs.

'Ain't this Mr.Crow, my old friend, the detective ?' said he.