A short, thick-set fellow with an evil dark face coolly thrust his heel through a window.

The conductor, who, with the brakeman and baggage master, was seated in the baggage van, heard the jingle of glass.

He arose.
"Guess I'll take up tickets," he remarked.

"Perhaps it will quiet the boys down a little." The conductor was a big man, raw-boned and broad, with a hawk face.

His every motion showed lean, quick, panther-like power.
"Let her went," replied the brakeman, rising as a matter of course to follow his chief.
The brakeman was stocky, short, and long armed.