His companions took his eye for a while, though they did not interest him much more than the cars.

They were an uncomfortable-looking gang, however.

One or two were very thin and lean.

Several were quite stout.

Several others were rawboned and sallow, as if they had been beaten upon by all sorts of rough weather.
"Did you see by the paper they are going to call out the militia ?" Hurstwood heard one of them remark.
"Oh, they'll do that," returned the other.