"I do b'lieve that ar's Tom Loker." Haley hastened out.

Standing by the bar, in the corner of the room, was a brawny, muscular man, full six feet in height, and broad in proportion.

He was dressed in a coat of buffalo-skin, made with the hair outward, which gave him a shaggy and fierce appearance, perfectly in keeping with the whole air of his physiognomy.

In the head and face every organ and lineament expressive of brutal and unhesitating violence was in a state of the highest possible development.

Indeed, could our readers fancy a bull-dog come unto man's estate, and walking about in a hat and coat, they would have no unapt idea of the general style and effect of his physique.