Where's Jake and Mac ?" "They're here somewhere, drinkin' like fish, an' raisin' hell." Two more renegades appeared at the door, and, entering the teepee, squatted down in Indian fashion.

The little wiry man with the wizened face was McKee; the other was the latest acquisition to the renegade force, Jake Deering, deserter, thief, murderer--everything that is bad.

In appearance he was of medium height, but very heavily, compactly built, and evidently as strong as an ox.

He had a tangled shock of red hair, a broad, bloated face; big, dull eyes, like the openings of empty furnaces, and an expression of beastliness.
Deering and McKee were intoxicated.
"Bad time fer drinkin'," said Girty, with disapproval in his glance.
"What's that ter you ?" growled Deering.

"I'm here ter do your work, an' I reckon it'll be done better if I'm drunk." "Don't git careless," replied Girty, with that cool tone and dark look such as dangerous men use.