If I were up in that country I know that I could find him." "Never in a thousand years." "Why ?" "Because he's on the trail--" "On the trail ?" "Of McGurk." She started.
"What is this man McGurk?
I hear of him on all sides.

If one of the men rides a bucking horse successfully, someone is sure to say: 'Who taught you what you know, Bud--McGurk ?' And then the rest laugh.

The other day a man was pointed out to me as an expert shot.

'Not as fast as McGurk,' it was said, 'but he shoots just as straight.' Finally I asked someone about McGurk.

The only answer I received was: 'I hope you never find out what he is.' Tell me, what is McGurk ?" Wilbur considered the question gravely.
He said at last: "McGurk is--hell!" He expanded his statement: "Think of a man who can ride anything that walks on four feet, who never misses with either a rifle or a revolver, who doesn't know the meaning of fear, and then imagine that man living by himself and fighting the rest of the world like a lone wolf.