It's always my task to find funds for the company, you know." "Harry," Tom broke in, "just what did that negro look like ?" "About six-foot-three," answered Hazelton, slowly and thoughtfully.

"He was broad of shoulder and comparatively slim at the waist.

He must weigh from two hundred and twenty-five to thirty pounds.

As to age, I couldn't tell you whether he was nearer thirty or forty years.

From his agility I should place him in the thirty-year class." "Any beard ?" "Smooth-faced." "Scars ?" "I couldn't see that much in the dark." "Color of his clothes ?" "Some darkish stuff---that's all I can say." "Could you pick him out of a crowd of negroes ?" "Not if they were all of the same height and weight," Hazelton admitted.
"Do you think you ever saw him before ?" Reade pressed.
"I'm sure that I never have," Harry replied.
"Then he wasn't one of our men in this camp at any time ?" Mr.Prenter interjected.
"We have never had a man in the camp as large as this negro," Harry rejoined.
"Such a very large black man ought not to be hard for the detectives to locate," Prenter continued.
"Very good, sir.