I could fit him in all right to that picture.

But that he should be playing his game among those mysterious black crags seemed to make him bigger and more desperate, altogether a different kind of proposition.

I didn't exactly dislike the idea, for my objection to my past weeks had been that I was out of my proper job, and this was more my line of country.

I always felt that I was a better bandit than a detective.

But a sort of awe mingled with my satisfaction.