If there's a thunder-cloud all over the sky, do you know where the lightning's going to strike ?" "Excuse me," said Mary, but she was still eager with curiosity, "but I should think that a youngster like you wouldn't have anything to fear from even those desperadoes." "Youngster, eh ?" snarled the boy, whose wrath seemed implacable.

"I can make my draw and start my gun as fast as any man--except them two, maybe"-- he lowered his voice somewhat even to name them--"Pierre--McGurk!" "It seems hopeless to find out anything about McGurk," said Mary, "but at least you can tell me safely about Red Pierre." "Interested in him, eh ?" said the boy dryly.
"Well, he's a rather romantic figure, don't you think ?" "Romantic?
Lady, about a month ago I was talking with a lady that was a widow because of Red Pierre.

She didn't think him none too romantic." "Red Pierre had killed the woman's husband ?" repeated Mary, with pale lips.
"Yep.

He was one of the gang that took a chance with Pierre and got bumped off.

Had three bullets in him and dropped without getting his gun out of the leather.