At the same time there was a peculiar fineness about the boy.

His feet were astonishingly small and the hands thin and slender for all their supple strength.

And his neck was not bony, as it is in most youths at this gawky age, but smoothly rounded.
Men grow big of bone and sparse of flesh in the mountain-desert.

It was the more surprising to Pierre to see this young fellow with the marvelously delicate-cut features.

By some freak of nature here was a place where the breed ran to high blood.
The cleaning completed, the boy tossed the butt of the gun to his shoulder and squinted down the barrel.