"We will see," said one of the men. "Who is that hiding there?" And he jerked the buffalo robe aside and beheld Perch's fiery head of hair.
"Red Mike!" he exclaimed.
"And that is Long-Nose Jack," said another man, pointing to Wiggins's extraordinary nasal projection.
"And there is the Preacher," said a big fellow, gazing sternly at Moses, who, from his peculiar conformation, looked much like a parson in disguise.
"The Preacher is the worst of the whole gang," said one of the men.
"We will hang him on the highest limb," said another.
"Good heavens, gentlemen! you are not going to hang them?" exclaimed Toney.
"They have done nothing!" cried Tom.
"They have just landed in California," said the Professor.
"You three fellows shut up," said one of the men. "We have got nothing against you, but we know these chaps. They are New York Hounds. Robbed a tent last night. We'll hang them as soon as we get back to Stockton."