Presently he said, meeting Hale's clear glance, but rather as if yielding to a careless reflection,-- "It MIGHT be done with four men.

We oughter raise one man at the station." He paused.

"I don't know ez I'd mind taking a hand myself," he added, stretching out his legs with a slight yawn.
"Ye can count ME in, if you're goin', Kernel.

I reckon I'm talkin' to Kernel Clinch," said the passenger beside Hale with sudden alacrity.
"I'm Rawlins, of Frisco.

Heerd of ye afore, Kernel, and kinder spotted you jist now from your talk." To Hale's surprise the two men, after awkwardly and perfunctorily grasping each other's hand, entered at once into a languid conversation on the recent election at Fresno, without the slightest further reference to the pursuit of the robbers.