H. Bedford-Jones

“ In a flash all his dirt and squalor, all his unkempt and sun-bleached appearance, was gone in the eyes of Tompkins; he saw there a desert man who cared nothing for externals, but who could cope daily with the bitterest and most fearful forces of nature—and who was now ready to turn his inward strength against men. The drab and plodding desert rat suddenly showed, for one flashing moment, what unsuspected depths of character lay within him ”

“ When he drew near the clump, he perceived Hassayamp's flivver on the other side, with strips of canvas flung over the tires to protect them. An unusual object beneath this car attracted his attention, and upon closer approach he discovered it to be no other than Sagebrush. He gave a hail, and the old desert rat crawled out into the sunlight.
An exclamation broke from Tompkins, and he hurried forward. The left arm of Sagebrush was out of its shirt-sleeve and roughly bandaged, and the bandage was dark with blood.
"What happened?" he demanded. "How'd you hurt yourself, old-timer?" ”

“ Sagebrush grinned.
"Another of these yere smart gents who think that 'cause a man's a prospector and don't wear galluses, he's a babe in arms. I aint right certain as to this feller's name, but when I was over to Mohave six months ago, I seen a picture of him in the sheriff's office. ”