"He's a mild, soft, easy-going man, is Hennicker! Ain't he, Colonel Clinch ?" The casual mention of Clinch's name produced the effect which the speaker probably intended.

The stranger stared at Clinch, who, apparently oblivious of the conversation, was blinking his cold gray eyes at the fire.

Dropping his aggressive tone to mere querulousness, the man sought the whiskey demijohn, and helped himself and his companions.

Fortified by liquor he returned to the fire.
"I reckon you've heard about this yer robbery, Colonel," he said, addressing Clinch, with an attempt at easy familiarity.
Without raising his eyes from the fire, Clinch briefly assented, "I reckon." "I'm up yer, examining into it, for the Express." "Lost much ?" asked Rawlins.
"Not so much ez they might hev.

That fool Harkins had a hundred thousand dollars in greenbacks sealed up like an ordinary package of a thousand dollars, and gave it to a friend, Bill Guthrie, in the bank to pick out some unlikely chap among the passengers to take charge of it to Reno.