"It's when there's just fun on that his volcano gets loose.

I'll go wait for him at the bank.

I got a fellow-feeling for Mr.Kerry.

I'd like to whisper in his ear that he'd better be lookin' sharp for the M'Mahon Gang, and that if he's a man of peace he'd best take a holiday till after next week, or get smallpox or something." The two friends lounged slowly up the street, and presently parted near the door of the bank.

As Sibley waited, his attention was drawn to a window on the opposite side of the street at an angle from themselves.
The light was such that the room was revealed to its farthest corners, and Sibley noted that three men were evidently carefully watching the bank, and that one of the men was Studd Bradley, the so-called boss.