Jerden. I have traced him by many aliases. How he looks now, I cannot say; but when he left the East he looked like this.
(Takes photograph from pocket-book, and hands it to Tom, who looks at it, Vermont, Jube, and Win-Kye crowd round him.)
Tom. A good-looking fellow. I don't know him.
Jerden. Don't belong in this camp.
Jube. No, sir: dat air feller ain't got no beard, an' has light complex, jes' like Win-Kye.
Win-Kye. No Chinaman; 'Melican man plaps, Ilishman plaps; no Chinaman.
Jerden. Well, there he is; and he's wanted by a bank.
Tom. Robbery?
Jerden (C.). Forgery, twenty thousand dollars.
(Vermont and Jube R., Tom and Win-Kye L.)