They conformed to types he already knew.

Some were young lads, and the word having passed around that "Black Mose" was in camp, they approached with awe.

The man whose sinister fame had spread throughout three States was a very great personage to them.
"Did you come by way of Wagon Wheel ?" inquired a tall youth whom the others called "Brindle Bill." "Yes; camped there one night." "Ain't it a caution to yaller snakes?
Must be nigh onto fifteen thousand people there now.

The hills is plumb measly with prospect holes, and you can't look at a rock f'r less'n a thousand dollars.

It shore is the craziest town that ever went anywhere." "Bill's got the fever," said another.