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. Generally silent he was, except when
excited, and seemed even then to be settled to his place in this
world, which was to be Sadler's heeler. He followed Sadler all his
after days, so far as I know, same as Stevey Todd did me. I don't
know why, but I'd say as to Irish, that he was a man without much
stiffness or stay-by, if left to himself, whereas Sadler was one that
would rather be in trouble than not, if he had the choice.

As to Craney, I'll say this. When Clyde and I were coming out of the
inlet, he gave me a hundred and forty dollars, and he says,

"Look out for Craney," but I had no notion what he meant by it. Now,
soon after we landed in Colon, Craney and Abe Dalrimple got a chance
for a passage to New York, and my hundred and forty went off
somewhere about the same time. Sadler, Irish, nor Stevey Todd didn't
take it, for they didn't have it, not to speak of other reasons.
Abe's given to wandering in his mind, but he don't wander that way
either. Now, there were thieves enough in Colon, and Craney never
owned to it, but I'll say he showed a weakness afterward for putting
cash into my pocket, that I shouldn't have said was natural to him
without further reasons. But supposing he'd been there before, he