I put Jack erbout fifty feet further up the trail than I were, an' Buckeye nigh him, an' tol 'em what to do.

We skootched down in the bushes an' heerd 'em comin'! Purty soon they hove in sight--two Injuns, the two wimmin captives an' a white man--the wust-lookin' bulldog brute that I ever seen--stumpin' erlong lively on a wooden leg, with a gun an' a cane.

He had a broad head an' a big lop mouth an' thick lips an' a long, red, warty nose an' small black eyes an' a growth o' beard that looked like hog's bristles.
He were stout built.

Stood 'bout five foot seven.

Never see sech a sight in my life.