Presently, arousing himself, and addressing the players, he inquired—
"Seen anyone looking round lately, Sam?"
"A couple of trappers came over from Indian Head two days ago."
"Where did they hail from?"
"The Wood Hills."
"What sort did they look?"
"One was a dark man, with great black eyes, a large beard, and a nose like a Jew's; he was about my own height, five foot ten or thereabouts. His companion was rather shorter, looked pale and sickly, as if a meal or two would not be thrown away upon him; and both were under forty years old."
"Bravo, Sam! you'll make a good 'tec in time."
"Why, do you know them?" said Sam, with a surprised look.
"Know them? I should think I do! Your description fits the men I want to a T."