In addition to all the elements of his earlier novels, "The Daughter of Anderson Crow" contains a remarkable piece of character drawing. The mistakes and disasters of foolish, kind-hearted old Anderson Crow, the town marshal, will call forth many a laugh, and much liking for this most gullible of detectives and kindest of foster fathers.
broad shoulders and square jaw.
"What will you give me for the outfit, horse, buggy, harness and all? I'll sell cheap if some one makes a quick offer." The bystanders looked at one another blankly, and at last the concentrated gaze fell upon the Pooh-Bah of the town. The case seemed to be one that called for his attention; truly, it did not look like public property, this astounding proposition.
"What you so derned anxious to sell for?" demanded Anderson Crow, listening from a distance to see if he could detect a blemish in the horse's breathing gear. At a glance, the buggy looked safe enough.
"I'm anxious to sell for cash," replied the stranger; and Anderson was floored. The boy who snickered this time had cause to regret it, for Mr. Crow arrested him half an hour later for carrying a bean-shooter. "I paid a hundred dollars for the outfit in Boggs City," went on the stranger nervously. "Some one make an offer--and quick! I'm in a rush!"
"I'll give five dollars!" said one of the on