Not that he knew that worthy by sight, but so, he declared, the robber chief had admitted in private.
The clerks could not dispute this, although their impression had been that the persons who made the raid were regular officers of the law, and their side of the story got out.
This, the banker averred, had been but a clever trick, in case of discovery by citizens during the time they were in the bank. It had been one of the most remarkable bank robberies on record. The bank, however, could stand it, Mr. Brown declared, and would not close its doors.
About a month prior to this time there had come to Powder Pocket a man who called himself Card-Sharp Cale.
Who he was, more than that, no one knew.
He was very dark of skin, almost as swarthy as an Ethiopian, had long hair and a beard of almost equal length.
With him was a younger man, his brother, of similar complexion, some years the junior of the other and beardless, save for a slender mustache that became him well.
These two had opened a gaming establishment.
It was a place where faro ruled, and their bank was declared to be practically limitless.