After leaving M'Mahon, he went through the market evidently with some particular purpose in view, if one could judge from his manner.

He first proceeded to the turf-market, and looked with searching eye among those who stood waiting to dispose of their loads.

From this locality he turned his steps successively to other parts of the town, still looking keenly about him as he went along.

At length he seemed disappointed or indifferent, it was difficult to say which, and stood coiling the lash of his whip in the dust, sometimes quite unconsciously, and sometimes as if a wager depended on the success with which he did it--when, on looking down the street, he observed a little broad, squat man, with a fiery red head, a face almost scaly with freckles, wide projecting cheek-bones, and a nose so thoroughly of the saddle species, that a rule laid across the base of it, immediately between the eyes, would lie close to the whole front of his face.

In addition to these personal accomplishments, he had a pair of strong bow legs, terminating in two broad, flat feet, in complete keeping with his whole figure, which, though not remarkable for symmetry, was nevertheless indicative of great and extraordinary strength.