He looked like a man with a foot in the grave and scarcely the strength of a louse,Yet he tilted a poke of dust on the bar, and he called, for drinks for the house.There was none could place the stranger’s face, though we searched ourselves for a clue;But we drank his health, and the last to drink was Dangerous Dan McGrew.Included in The Shooting of Dan McGrew Slide-Show Unit:91 slides that include 6 ways to present Robert Service's poem:*Text with pictures*Text followed by full pictures*Text on