Indian and Scout: A Tale of the Gold Rush to California`

The man who spoke swept his eyes round the narrow ugly room and pulled the brim of his wideawake hat down over his eyes just a trifle lower; whether to hide the scowl in them or the fear which lurked in his dilated pupils it would be difficult to say. Tusker Joe was not anxious that his companions in the room which went by the name of saloon should guess that he was anything but self-composed and full of courage. But to give the bare truth Tusker Joe was by no means easy in his mind. Even the smoking revolver in his hand in which four unused cartridges yet remained failed to reassure him.