Tarbell

He was a young fellow named Tarbell, who looked and talked and acted like a cow-punch just in from riding line.

Tarbell, through his hold upon the welshing Clanahan striker, had got the details at second-hand.

"It's probably that cow-boy spotter of Norcross's, but he can't get away," Hatch was gritting—meaning Tarbell, probably.

At first I thought it was Tarbell, who was never very far out of reach when the boss was running loose.

The boss and Mr. Van Britt hung over the train desk, and Tarbell kept up his insistent clatter at the key.