She knew, inwardly dismayed, that her eyes were wide, her color high, and her whole expression one of childish expectancy.

It comforted her greatly to find that he was hardly more at ease than she.
He made futile efforts to rub some dust from his shirt.
"I wanted to get fixed up," he said, "but the note said to come _right_ after the race--Miss Jordan." In fact he made a harum-scarum figure.

The fight with him of the moustaches had produced rents invisible at a distance but distinct at close hand and the dust and the sweat had faded the blue of his shirt and the red of his bandana.

But the red flame of that hair and the keen blue of that eye--they, to be sure, were not faded.

She discovered other things as he crossed the room to her.