Their names, as standing on Clyde's book, were,
"Robert Sadler, James Hagan, Stephen Todd, Julius R. Craney,
Abimelech Dalrimple, Thomas Buckingham."
Kid Sadler, as he was known there and then and since, was a powerful
man, bony and tall, with a scrawny throat, ragged, dangling
moustache, big hands, little wrinkles around his eyes, and a hoarse
voice. I wouldn't go so far as to say I could give you his character,
for I never made it out; yet I'd say he was given to sentiment, and
to turning out poetry like a corn-shucker, and singing it to misfit
and uneducated tunes, and given to joyfulness and depression by
turns, and to misleading his fellow-man when he was joyful, and
suffering remorse for it afterward pretty regular, taking turns, like
fever and chills; which qualities, when you take them apart, don't
seem likely to fit together again, and I'm not saying they did fit in
Sadler. They appeared to me to project over the edges. I never made
him out.
Hagan I never knew to be called any name but "Irish," or "Little
Irish," except by Clyde himself. He was small and chunky in build,
and nervous in his mind, and had red fuzzy hair that stuck up around
his head like an aureole.
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