There couldn't be any farmin' done out there but fer Wetzel." "What does he look like ?" questioned Joe, much interested.
"Wetzel stands straight as the oak over thar.

He'd hev' to go sideways to git his shoulders in that door, but he's as light of foot an' fast as a deer.

An' his eyes--why, lad, ye kin hardly look into 'em.

If you ever see Wetzel you'll know him to onct." "I want to see him," Joe spoke quickly, his eyes lighting with an eager flash.

"He must be a great fighter." "Is he?
Lew Wetzel is the heftiest of 'em all, an' we hev some as kin fight out here.