He was not used to honorary epithets such as this, and he searched the face of the proprietor carefully to detect mockery.

To his surprise the other showed signs of what Bull dimly recognized as fear.

Fear of him--of Bull Hunter! "The way you look at me," said the other and laughed uneasily, "I figure it's pretty lucky that I ain't this here Pete Reeve.

That so, boys ?" The boys joined in the laughter, but they kept it subdued, their eyes upon the giant at the door.

He was leaning against the wall, and the sight of his outspread hand was far from reassuring.
But Bull went on to describe his man.