Chapter 23

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​⁠Tinkletown's Convulsion

Anderson Crow was himself once more. He was twenty years younger than when he went to bed the night before. His joy and pride had reached the bursting point—dignity alone prevented the catastrophe.

"What do you expect to do with the gang, Mr. Crow?" asked Bonner, reclining with amiable ease in the marshal's Morris chair. He was feeling very comfortable, despite "Doc" Smith's