McKeever laughed: "Well, in the first place," he answered, "they don't send rookies after men like Notorious Bishop. He'd eat you up in two bites. In the second place, I don't need to look at no pictures nor no descriptions, neither, 'cause I'm the little lad that run Notorious down. Five years ago, it was, down on Bow River. An', believe me! I knew I'd been somewheres when I done it!"
"What did he do?" asked Connie.
"Do! Why take it first an' last, Notorious done everything the books says not to. But it was in his getaways he showed his real class. That's how he got his name. Wasn't satisfied with just gettin' away. Always had to add a few flourishes. It got so, I don't believe Notorious would of snuck away if he got the chance. One time he jumped off the middle of a sixty-foot trestle into the Saskatchewan. Another time he rode his horse full tilt over a twenty-foot cut-bank, when five of us thought sure we had him cornered, an' got off horse and all, acrost Milk River into Montana. Another time, when Corporal Ross was crowdin' him pretty close down in the Cypress Hills, he slipped up on the Corporal's camp one night, tied
