McGurk was prowling about the last of the gang of Boone, and the lone wolf had pulled down four of the band one by one on successive days.

Only two remained, and these two looked at one another with a common thought.
"The lights!" cried Jacqueline, turning from the body of Gandil.

"He can shoot us down through the windows at his leisure." "But he won't," said her father.

"I've lived too long with the name of McGurk in my ears not to know the man.

He'll never kill by stealth, but openly and man to man.