He was merely a round-faced boy of nineteen, proud of the distinguished bad company he kept.

He was that weak-minded type which is only strong when it becomes wholly evil.

With a different leadership he would have become simply a tobacco-chewing hanger-on at cross-roads saloons and general merchandise stores.

As it was, feeling dignified by the brotherhood of crime into which he had been admitted as a full member, and eager to prove his qualifications, he was as dangerous as any member of the crew.
The three men who were already in the room had been prepared by Glendin for this new arrival, but the fact was almost too much for their credence.

Consequently they rose, and Dr.Young muttered at the ear of Glendin: "Is it possible, Deputy Glendin, that you're going to use these fellows ?" "A thief to catch a thief," whispered Glendin in reply.
He said aloud: "Butch, I've been looking for you for a long time, but I really never expected to see you quite as close as this." "You've said it," grinned Butch, "I ain't been watchin' for you real close, but now that I see you, you look more or less like a man should look.