"I say, war any of you ever introduced to that American gentleman ?" He looked around, from face to face, but no one responded.

Whenever he fixed his eye upon any individual, that one shook his head to signify that he knew nothing of the Apache chief whose name he had just mentioned.
"What I meant to say," he continued, "is that any of you have got any yearnin' toward Lone Wolf, feeling as if your heart would break if you did n't get a chance to throw your arms about him, why, you need n't feel bad, _'cause you'll get the chance_." There was a significance in these words which made it plain to every one of those who were looking up in the scarred face of the hunter.

As they were spoken, he winked one of his eyes and cocked his head to one side, in a fashion that made the words still more impressive.

As Sut looked about the group, his gaze was attracted by two figures--a man and a boy.
The former was an Irishman--his nationality being evident at the first glance--while the latter seemed about fourteen years of age, with a bright, intelligent face, a clear, rosy, healthy complexion, and a keen eye that was fixed steadily and inquiringly upon the horseman who was giving utterance to such valuable information.

The hunter was attracted by both, especially as he saw from their actions that they were friends and companions.