I'll tell you...." Whereupon Wade sat down on a box, removed his old sombrero, and began to talk.

An idler sauntered over, attracted by something.

Then a miner happened by to halt and join the group.
Next, old Kemp, the patriarch of the village, came and listened attentively.

Wade seemed to have a strange magnetism, a magic tongue.
He was small of stature, but wiry and muscular.

His garments were old, soiled, worn.