And the quick blood came into his fair German face, and he felt that he could not save this Norman Anderson from the toils of the gambler, though he might, if provoked, pitch him over the guard of the boat.

For was not Andrew's letter, which described the mob, in his pocket, and burning a hole in his pocket as it had been ever since he received it?
But then this was Julia's brother, and there was nothing he would not do for Julia.

So, sometime after the mud-clerk had ceased to speak, the striker gave utterance to both impulses by replying, "He's no friend of mine," a little crisply, and then softly adding, "Though I shouldn't like to see him fleeced." By this time a new actor had appeared on the scene in the person of a man with a black mustache and side-whiskers, who took a seat behind a card-table near the bar.
"H'llo!" said the mud-clerk in a low and lazy voice, "Parkins is back again.

After his scrape at Paducah last February, he disappeared, and he's been shady ever since.

He's growed whiskers since, so's not to be recognized.