His trousers, too, held in place by suspenders repaired with belt lacing and fastened with a nail, were covered with sawdust and dirt.

His hands and arms and even his face were treated liberally with the same mixture that stained his clothing; and the shaggy red brown hair, uncovered, was sadly tumbled.

In his hand he held a wrench.

The morrow was grinding day, and he had been making some repairs about the engine.
Altogether, as the backwoodsman came forward, he presented a marked contrast to the freshly clad, well groomed gentleman from the city.

And to the woman, the contrast was not without advantages to the man in the good clothes.