Other men entered as others went out.

Blome, Bo Snecker, Hilliard, and Pickens had a table full in the light of the open windows.

I recognized the faces of the two last-named, but I had not, until Morton informed me, known who they were.

Pickens was little, scrubby, dusty, sandy, mottled, and he resembled a rattlesnake.

Hilliard was big, gaunt, bronzed, with huge mustache and hollow, fierce eyes.