His features were angular and tanned by the winds of many years.

His body was clothed completely in buckskin, and a raccoon skin cap was on his head.

Across his shoulder lay a rifle with a barrel of unusual length.
"Never saw any of them before," said the Panther.

"By the great horn spoon, who can that feller in front be?
He looks like somebody." The little band rode closer, and its leader held up his hand as a sign of amity.
"Good friends," he said, in a deep clear voice, "we don't have very close neighbors out here, and that makes a meeting all the pleasanter.
You are Texans, I guess." "You guess right," said the Panther, in the same friendly tone.

"An' are you Texans, too ?" "That point might be debated," replied the man, in a whimsical tone, "and after a long dispute neither I nor my partners here could say which was right and which was wrong.