"I know
Mrs. Delancy here all right, an' she left Austin's with you."
"What are you talking about, man? She is my cousin and drove over here
this evening to see me between trains. I think you'd better lower your
gun, my friend. This will go mighty hard with you."
"But---"
"He has you confused with that horse thief who said his name was Crosby,
Tom," said she, pinching his arm delightedly. "He was the worst-looking
brute I ever saw. I thought Mr. Austin had him so secure with the
bulldog as guardian. Did he escape?"
"Yes, an' you went with him," exclaimed Brown, making a final stand.
"An' I know all about how you come over here in Scott Higgins's wagon
too."
"The man is crazy!" exclaimed Mrs. Delancy.
"He may have escaped from the asylum up north of here," whispered
Crosby, loud enough for the deputy to hear.
"Here comes the train," cried she. "Now we can ask the train men to
disarm him and send him back to the asylum. Isn't it awful that such
dangerous people can be at large?"
Brown lowered his pistol as the engine thundered past.
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