Red Dog and Sandy Bar made common cause against the highwayman.

Tennessee was hunted in very much the same fashion as his prototype, the grizzly.

As the toils closed around him, he made a desperate dash through the Bar, emptying his revolver at the crowd before the Arcade Saloon, and so on up Grizzly Canyon; but at its farther extremity he was stopped by a small man on a gray horse.

The men looked at each other a moment in silence.

Both were fearless, both self-possessed and independent; and both types of a civilization that in the seventeenth century would have been called heroic, but, in the nineteenth, simply "reckless." "What have you got there ?--I call," said Tennessee, quietly.