What's the use of fighting any longer?
No man can stand up against McGurk!" And the cold which had come in the blood of Pierre agreed with him.

He was a slayer of men, but McGurk was a devil incarnate.

His father had died at the hand of this lone rider; it was fitting, it was fate that he himself should die in the same way.

The girl looked from face to face, and sensed their despondency.

It seemed that their fear gave her the greater courage.