There was no uncertainty in their judgment of him; he looked a man from the top of his head to the tips of his canvas shoes.
Every line of his long body indicated power, vitality, health.

His lean, masterful face, with its clear grey eyes (the suspicion of a sardonic smile in their depths), struck them at once as that of a man who could and would do things in the very teeth of the dogs of war.
He arose quickly as they came under the awning.

A frank, even joyous, smile now lighted his face, a smile that meant more than either of them could have suspected.

It was the smile of one who had almost forgotten what it meant to have the companionship of his fellow-man.

Both men were surprised by the eager, sincere manner in which he greeted them.