One had wrenched from his hand a pistol still smoking at the muzzle.

About twenty feet away was another man standing between two who held him tightly, although he made no effort to release himself.
Harry looked at the two captives.

They made a striking contrast.
The one who fought was of powerful build, and dressed roughly.

His whole appearance indicated the primitive human being, and Harry knew immediately that he was one of the mountaineers who came long distances to trade or carouse in Pendleton.
The man who faced the mountaineer, standing quietly between those who held him, was young and slender, though tall.

His longish black hair was brushed carefully.