Warrigal left his horse at the edge of the timber, for fear he might want him in a hurry, I suppose.

He was pretty 'fly', and never threw away a chance as long as he was sober.

He could drink a bit, like the rest of us, now and then--not often--but when he did it made a regular devil of him--that is, it brought the devil out that lives low down in most people's hearts.

He was a worse one than usual, Jim said.

He saw him once in one of his break-outs, and heard him boast of something he'd done.