Only now and then a human being appeared, a few persons left behind at the banks, but that was about all.

Then from far away, up the street leading from Kentucky Gulch, came the sound of cheering and shouting.

Soon a crowd appeared, led by gesticulating, vociferous men, who veered suddenly into the Ohadi Bank at the corner, leaving the multitude without for a moment, only to return, their hands full of gold certificates, which they stuck into their hats, punched through their buttonholes, stuffed into their pockets, allowing them to hang half out, and even jammed down the collars of their rough shirts, making outstanding decorations of currency about their necks.

On they came, closer--closer, and then Fairchild gritted his teeth.

There were four of them leading the parade, displaying the wealth that stood for the bonanza of the silver strike they had just made, four men whose names were gall and wormwood to Robert Fairchild.
Blindeye Bozeman and Taylor Bill were two of them.