But it was a strange kind of fatness, as many a man on the trail could swear to.

And as for sin, or one sign of outlawry, it could not be found in any mark upon him--unless one closed his eyes to all else and guessed it by the belt and revolver holster which he wore about his rotund waist.

In every other respect Jolly Roger appeared to be not only a harmless creature, but one especially designed by the Creator of things to spread cheer and good-will wherever he went.

His age, if he had seen fit to disclose it, was thirty-four.
There seemed, at first, to be nothing that even a contented man might laugh at in the cabin, and even less to bring merriment from one on whose head a price was set--unless it was the delicious aroma of a supper just about ready to be served.

On a little stove in the farthest corner of the shack the breasts of two spruce partridges were turning golden brown in a skittle, and from the broken neck of a coffee pot a rich perfume was rising with the steam.