The first is Drew.

I must get back to him." "Why d'you want Drew?
Let me tell you, Bard, he's a bigger job than ten tenderfeet like you could handle.

Why, mothers scare their babies asleep by tellin' of the things that William Drew has done." "I can't tell you why.

In fact, I don't altogether know the complete why and wherefore.

It's enough that I have to meet him and finish him!" Her fingers interlaced and gripped; he wondered at their slenderness; and leaning back so that his face fell under a slant, black shadow, he enjoyed the flame of the firelight, turning her brown hair to amber and gold.