"What's up ?" "Who do you suppose I jest sold whisky to ?" "I've no idea," replied Bostil.

Yet he looked as if he was perfectly sure.
"Cordts! ...

Cordts, an' four of his outfit.

Two of them I didn't know.
Bad men, judgin' from appearances, let alone company.

The others was Hutchinson an'-- Dick Sears." "DICK SEARS!" exclaimed Bostil.
Muncie and Williams echoed Bostil.